This is a song about "Coming clean"

Tell them niggas we coming

We no longer close or nothing

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

And getting money is the song i sing

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

I know you're mad, but so what

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Its been a long day coming,

Bun b, i’m underground king

He aint clean on a scene

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

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