This is a song about "Squeaky"

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

That one day in the future they wont be squeaky no more

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen