This is a song about "Dirty battle"

But now i'm spitting clean lyrics, none are dirty

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

That's why i rhyme like a poet from a prior century

Feeling flirty, i like a clean bitch that can get down dirty

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

So chase the air hide your stash

I splash your dirty ass,

She sees the world through a dirty window

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

The third one is mixed, white and black

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

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house