This is a song about "Clean rap"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

A mess for us two to clean,

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

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

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

After i moved i was never fully clean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

People don't condone what they've never seen

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

I'm rap like you simple and clean