This is a song about "Dirty carpet"

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

The people saw the carpet bein' pulled out from beneath,

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

The whole house is burned down from the roof to the carpet

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Ima do this for on a magic carpet

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Your carpet stained white, but just a little off