This is a song about "Clean"

And i feared that my fans say i failed

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

I'm the head coach of the team

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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

Felt just like yesterday was a senior an still clean

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

A mess for us two to clean,

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean