This is a song about "Forms of energy clean"

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

As my record label nitpicks at this

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Big too for the tribute and homage of their energy/ freestyle the greatest/ dope haters/

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

As of recently, i've come through life with positive energy

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

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

I,the first layer of self esteem. and there ain't no prayer to make it clean.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I want to feel the energy of the crowds reactions,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

All hyped out, rappin with speedfull of energy, makin good memories