This is a song about "Clean athen"

He aint clean on a scene

Miami nights, it was all a dream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

Chain withdrawn when we not together

Simple and clean like lever,

You can't clean us with soap,

I fucking hate this job

A stain in the game, don't try an wash it clean

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

After i moved i was never fully clean