This is a song about "Football clean"

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

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

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

I just know what you mean

After i moved i was never fully clean

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

I'm rap like you simple and clean

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem