This is a song about "Clean harbors"

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

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

Show ‘em how much they really mean

A mess for us two to clean,

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

Then later we can elope

You can't clean us with soap,

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Bragging's for idiots who don't know how to keep shit clean

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team