This is a song about "Plants clean"

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

Come see real niggas on my team

They was always ready and always clean

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Where all the babylon plants are under my hand

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

After i moved i was never fully clean

He aint clean on a scene

Starin at the wall, heard a scream