This is a song about "Clean"

And i feared that my fans say i failed

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Your developmental league don’t see a team

A stain in the game, don't try an wash it clean

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

A mess for us two to clean,

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Felt just like yesterday was a senior an still clean

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