This is a song about "Steam cleaning"

She can only take so much more than her heart got

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

I'm blowin' fuckin' steam off like boats with paddle wheels,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

The bitches is everything in between

Evaporates into a heap of steam

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

Cleaning em up with a mop./

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

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

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling