This is a song about "Dirty bitches"

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

And i'm from the dirty south,

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Try to jack and i will attack

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Best believe they gon' see it, darling

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk