This is a song about "Clean"

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Simple and clean like lever,

Of impactful things one can ask for

I put it down your throat

You can't clean us with soap,

A mess for us two to clean,

And i put you on the team

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

After i moved i was never fully clean