This is a song about "Clean"

Come see real niggas on my team

He aint clean on a scene

All my niggas we be winning, we stay tatted, we stay clean.

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

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

And i put you on the team

A mess for us two to clean,

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

After i moved i was never fully clean