This is a song about "Clean air"

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Down in miami, with a super ho team

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

I'm running out of air

Dont tie your hair

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean