This is a song about "Clean raps"

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

Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,

They was always ready and always clean

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

You can't clean us with soap,

Then later we can elope

I'm the head coach of the team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

We self-made but never is an i on the team

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean