This is a song about "Clean"

I got a dollar and a dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

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

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

You can't clean us with soap,

New canvas she need a new stroke

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Bragging's for idiots who don't know how to keep shit clean

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

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

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Be the king, that was part of my dream

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean