This is a song about "Charlotte the dirty skank"

Bumpin my shit from essex to the dirty, den

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

I'm so tired of the cliches and talking dirty with a clean shave

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

In the house, holla back

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

And now timmy's on the dirty floor asking for change

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I don't need to tell you why, but you're the one with the dirty blouse

Caring out the devils dirty work misses grim reeper shadow keeper

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,