This is a song about "Clean appeasement"

They was always ready and always clean

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

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

Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

It's roc nation, this my team

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

After i moved i was never fully clean

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

Be the king, that was part of my dream