This is a song about "Skin cleaning"

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

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

It's a -- situation

I used to have thick skin,

Black skin dark skin...fuck segregation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Altering their skin till they heart stop beating

And she would do anything for everything

I'm the parasitic evil gettin' under your skin

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,