This is a song about "Skin cleaning"

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I will challenge any rapper and peel their skin

Altering their skin till they heart stop beating

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Not get picked on cuz the colour of her skin

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Naked skin swimming, my chin forbidding

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Let's pretend he never wanted to jump out of his skin,

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Cleaning em up with a mop./