This is a song about "God clean larics"

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

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

After i moved i was never fully clean

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

Get your families clean in quarantine,

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

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

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

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

Man this life is but a dream

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean