This is a song about "Clean air"

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Bitch you better clean yo linen

I don't even breathe the same air

We both grown and i dont care

With that weed in the air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Og like the prince of bel air,

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

I'm running out of air

I said hey, you right there

As: i know just what you mean

He aint clean on a scene

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean