This is a song about "Dirty diana"

Because we're dirty and fucked in the head,

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

And i'm from the dirty south,

My garage full of cars that bounce

She sees the world through a dirty window

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Let me rideuntil i get free

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Feeling flirty, i like a clean bitch that can get down dirty

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

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