This is a song about "Dirty bubble"

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

You're from the dirty south? yeah, you have a dirty mouth

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But it rose like a bubble, its stands not so humble

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Didn't find out all my life that i was stuck in a bubble,

I splash your dirty ass,

Got my foot on the gas

Sneak up on attack

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

That i gained from my couple of days on this bubble

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful