This is a song about "Clean"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

Your developmental league don’t see a team

They was always ready and always clean

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

I'm rap like you simple and clean

People don't condone what they've never seen