This is a song about "My child cleaning"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Mixtapes calling out names, cleaning out closets, cuz know one knows me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Despite all my fear, im a courageous child, young and wild, but praying to be free,

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Poppin cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

My mind is breaking gotta care for a child no one spares you a mile

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,