This is a song about "Mean clean rap"

Simple and clean like lever,

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

That dont mean i cant rap like im bulletproof

You say i should be clean on my rap but i don't give a damn

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Bitch you better clean yo linen

Just to match the grind with precision

Does all this mean i can't rap - the colour of my skin

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Come clean gangstas are mean i got many dreams

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen