This is a song about "Clean"

You can't clean us with soap,

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Exclusives, y'all never seen

They was always ready and always clean

Come see real niggas on my team

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Caged, and the wonder is seen

A mess for us two to clean,

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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