This is a song about "Wipe"

Instead of wiping my ass i wipe my mouth

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

So sweet the way i put it down, we wipe the slate clean,

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

I will wipe you off this planet

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Throwing up dope flows on the mic, y'all better wipe it off,

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

I prefer your applause without a handout

Just like wedding vows, i promise to wipe you out

U wipe every tear

They tryin to say that i don't care

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

Party with bitches that throw parties too much