This is a song about "Clean version of john dickinson rap"

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

You need to get involved at the university level, like where freud studied

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

And play some playstation? i disii'm like a psycho version of miles prower, i got

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

I'm rap like you simple and clean

Miami nights, it was all a dream

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Yo i'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend, y'all motherfuckers get yo act clean,

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

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