This is a song about "Clean song about tin"

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

I'm the head coach of the team

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

After i moved i was never fully clean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

Help us find our inner song

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

A sound of tin breaking my reflections, start inspection

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Look at me now, shit. i'm about to clean house with

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,