This is a song about "Im clean"

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Exclusives, y'all never seen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

I'm the head coach of the team

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean