This is a song about "War clean"

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

And i don't run counters no more

Come and get us you prepare for war,

They was always ready and always clean

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Ima go until my arm's sore

Will i ever win the war

I'm rap like you simple and clean

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean