This is a song about "Clean athen"

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

We self-made but never is an i on the team

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream