This is a song about "Spicess clean"

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Bragging's for idiots who don't know how to keep shit clean

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

I got a dollar and a dream

Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

After i moved i was never fully clean

People don't condone what they've never seen

Get your families clean in quarantine,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

They was always ready and always clean