This is a song about "Whit men can t rap clean"

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Guns are meant for weak men, y'all can get the last shot,

You say i should be clean on my rap but i don't give a damn

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

She like dudes whit lotto money from

Oh, you look like my next victim

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

Fuck a fake baller, i can clean them with holy water

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Yo i'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend, y'all motherfuckers get yo act clean,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream