This is a song about "Clean stuff"

And i need you to show me love

Have to leave without your stuff

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

And now it's clear as this promise

I'm hooked on that good stuff

I wouldn't be famous

Wish i could stuff all you

Niggas that guided me through

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

You in to that animal stuff

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus