This is a song about "Clean out a nigga pockets"

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Yo i'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend, y'all motherfuckers get yo act clean,

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Like staking your building sells a clean sweep

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Look so clean, my minds a mess though

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

Clean out my ears from your lyrical slime

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Like a pest, clean the floor, look its a mess

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Clean out the register, dip before somebody catches ya