This is a song about "Charlotte the dirty skank"

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Bumpin my shit from essex to the dirty, den

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

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,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

The streets is gettin' dirty, these niggas out here workin'

She sees the world through a dirty window

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

I don't know, obviously i disappear

So sincere, dirty hands looking in the sky, so clear