This is a song about "Yearbook sale clean"

At a high scale naw they're not for sale, so sinister its straight from hell

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Felt just like yesterday was a senior an still clean

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

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

After i moved i was never fully clean

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

You can't clean us with soap,

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail