This is a song about "Dirt cheap"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Your bars were cheap and far from neat

Bigots beat 'em, impede 'em, even insult with means so cheap

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

No more amore, i refuse to force you

Cheap ass nigga what u gonna do

I ain't trynna be forward

They buried them in the dirt

Your in a pile of dirt

Red bottoms with the spike work

Got em deep in the dirt

Pulling down her skirt

But hey yo look, money from across the street

The life expectancy don't come cheap

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Outstanding clout, what up greg street