This is a song about "Clean"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

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

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

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

Bragging's for idiots who don't know how to keep shit clean

Man this life is but a dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

As: i know just what you mean

A mess for us two to clean,