This is a song about "Clean"

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

I'm rap like you simple and clean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I see a young teen

He aint clean on a scene