This is a song about "Vacuum cleaners"

Peeps, i'm airing a vacuum commercial

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Shit sun never came up

I know you're mad, but so what

What a mess! but we clean in the club

So i got to clean my act up,

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

And spike the soup with toilet cleaner

I thought i recognized her

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

I rhyme cleaner than janitors doing overtime