This is a song about "Clean partys"

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

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

I put it down your throat

You can't clean us with soap,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Felt just like yesterday was a senior an still clean

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

And i put you on the team

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen