This is a song about "Clean"

Felt just like yesterday was a senior an still clean

We self-made but never is an i on the team

People don't condone what they've never seen

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

And i put you on the team

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

All my niggas we be winning, we stay tatted, we stay clean.

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

I'm the head coach of the team

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

They was always ready and always clean

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem