This is a song about "Clean"

Come see real niggas on my team

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

He aint clean on a scene

I just know what you mean

A mess for us two to clean,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Get your families clean in quarantine,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team