This is a song about "Vacuum cleaners"

And now we high

With feelings that we're dry

And spike the soup with toilet cleaner

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

Screens paint a picture of depravity real-

Peeps, i'm airing a vacuum commercial

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

He screens every call and remember the blue dress

They at the same spot they making no progress

The chap stick has run dry,

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Shots leak, i sweep you up and mop the floor like a janitor.

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,