This is a song about "Mean clean rap"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

They was always ready and always clean

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

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Yo i'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend, y'all motherfuckers get yo act clean,

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

That dont mean i cant rap like im bulletproof

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen