This is a song about "Clean appeasement"

And i put you on the team

He aint clean on a scene

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Simple and clean like lever,

So i'm writing you this letter

I fucking hate this job

You can't clean us with soap,

Felt just like yesterday was a senior an still clean

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Bragging's for idiots who don't know how to keep shit clean

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team