This is a song about "Clean"

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

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,