This is a song about "Clean gospel"

Cold world no blanket son

Bitch you better clean yo linen

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

The gospel or scoop the message let out of the coop

Spreading that gospel sauce!

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

They was always ready and always clean

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?

And i put you on the team