This is a song about "Clean rap"

Miami nights, it was all a dream

He aint clean on a scene

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

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

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

People don't condone what they've never seen

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Bitch you better clean yo linen

And last but not least please don't tell no one

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine