This is a song about "Clean"

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

The bitches is everything in between

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

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

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

They was always ready and always clean

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean