This is a song about "Clean"

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

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

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean