This is a song about "Vacuum cleaners"

Missiles, do that to the maximum, they're street sweepers,

When they try to teach us, we be in the bleachers

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

And i saw her through the window

You got that indie glow

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

The window is sharing my place