This is a song about "Contamination clean"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

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

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

A mess for us two to clean,

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Man this life is but a dream