This is a song about "Jake paul clean"

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

Bitches pursue me like a dream

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

While i'm chunking up the duece like that nigga paul wall

After i moved i was never fully clean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause