This is a song about "I look so clean"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I ironed my kakis so my cash look straight,

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

But they sold jello in the paint

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Look at me now, shit. i'm about to clean house with

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

I slain in a way so clean i've never been in this place called prison

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Just the truth so uh look......"

Better than your bitch would