This is a song about "Clean love"

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

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

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

He aint clean on a scene

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Bitch you better clean yo linen

I am not the only one

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

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised