This is a song about "Clean gospel"

Felt just like yesterday was a senior an still clean

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Cause his girth spreads the gospel

She grabs the yellow bottle

He aint clean on a scene

Come see real niggas on my team

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

All my niggas we be winning, we stay tatted, we stay clean.

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

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

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean