This is a song about "Wiping the slates clean"

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I,the first layer of self esteem. and there ain't no prayer to make it clean.

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

Man this life is but a dream

Like a pest, clean the floor, look its a mess

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Clean ya own mess, then cross the bridge as we progress

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Wishing my problems away, wiping what might causes the pain

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Clean ya own mess, then cross the bridge as we progress

Wiping the mind of free thought and you cant hear it

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit