This is a song about "Clean"

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Bitch you better clean yo linen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

A stain in the game, don't try an wash it clean

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

They was always ready and always clean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

People don't condone what they've never seen

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean