This is a song about "Getting clean"

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Bragging's for idiots who don't know how to keep shit clean

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

And i feared that my fans say i failed

I'm so clean, you're cum stained