This is a song about "Clean"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

I'm rap like you simple and clean

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

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

Felt just like yesterday was a senior an still clean

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

But they sold jello in the paint

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream