This is a song about "Clean no swearing"

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Show ‘em how much they really mean

He aint clean on a scene

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I don't like you touching my things that's why i'm cursing and swearing

Choosing my rhymes layering my lines swearing at all times carrying nines/

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

A mess for us two to clean,

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Although he takes the swearing olympics trophy

My city's culture to the game now in existence

No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons