This is a song about "Edger allan poe s poems clean"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

Come see real niggas on my team

I straight melt domes every time i belt poems

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Sick and i'm slick, i been in this shit since six years old, i'm droppin' poems,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love