This is a song about "Dirt bik"

Your in a pile of dirt

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

I feel they praisin too much

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

Got that nina on my side, i'll lay you out inna dirt

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

That we picked up at the last concert

In the woods outside on the dirt

Actual images of enemies in the gardens while i pollute the dirt

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

If you think i will you , bitch eat dirt

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

From responsibility to its dirt

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

So i'm writing you this letter

Down in the dirt never