This is a song about "Mr clean"

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

You be tapping like a mr

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Mr. prezy, where head be

High heel wearer, hell of a body

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Exclusives, y'all never seen

A mess for us two to clean,