This is a song about "Clean"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

A mess for us two to clean,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Man this life is but a dream

Bitch you better clean yo linen

Work straight out the kitchen

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

You can't clean us with soap,

Ever since then i had no job