This is a song about "Forms of energy clean"

I want to feel the energy of the crowds reactions,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Food gives energy, people pursue the recipes but are drained of juice

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

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

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I've used up energy to get rid of #chemicals like dissipation

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And don't give a fuck life is just a game of luck so realize the negative energy

Fuckin energy drinks

Take her back to where i live