This is a song about "Clean"

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Felt just like yesterday was a senior an still clean

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I'm rap like you simple and clean

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

They was always ready and always clean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Through the years tryin to stack a little green