This is a song about "Dirty courtney"

You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Smell the dirty stench obsessed wit every

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Don't want to be the king

Because we're dirty and fucked in the head,

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

For clockin dirty dollars

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words