This is a song about "For girlfriend clean"

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons

Harder than i did your girlfriend,

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

My friend got a girlfriend to which he told his secrets,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

It was my decision to get clean, i did it for me

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,