This is a song about "Clean love"

After i moved i was never fully clean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

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

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