This is a song about "War clean"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

A mess for us two to clean,

I'm rap like you simple and clean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Always felt like a six day war

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

You ain't gotta worry no more

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

After i moved i was never fully clean

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Trying to maintain in this war

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Get your families clean in quarantine,

Be the king, that was part of my dream