This is a song about "Dirty d"

No one-half and i hate math

I splash your dirty ass,

For clockin dirty dollars

To war with the coppers

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Bitch don't live without the d/

It deserves a whack and a d

Summertime in the city

Same shit you said yesterday

Trying to catch me riding dirty

You ain't detroit, im the d

Cause all i want is you, baby

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two