This is a song about "Clean"

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Get your families clean in quarantine,

Exclusives, y'all never seen

They had a hell of a run

Bitch you better clean yo linen

I put it down your throat

You can't clean us with soap,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Bitches pursue me like a dream