This is a song about "Dirty ak"

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I promise i'mma call you back

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

Ak-47 ready to pull the trigger; cause a massacre

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

This ain't gta, grab that ak, brace and run this archaic district/

And i'm from the dirty south,

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

They kept a nigga hand clean everytime it got dirty

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history