This is a song about "A filthy"

I'm a grade a o g

It was just another party

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Shunned by the high class cause my spit is filthy

I need your admiration for infinity

Spittin filthy rhymes shit might need a bath tub

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

As your daughters kiss the filthy ground i stand and walk upon

I am not, let's consider me a little pecan

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I would keep the screams to myself you filthy animal

And side burns so filthy that people think you're an orthodox jew

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you