This is a song about "Dirty dog"

Don't you leave a seed in there

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

That cellphone that i bought

Where are you gonna go, dog

No one-half and i hate math

I splash your dirty ass,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

I make her cum a lot

No match to my flow, dog

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Sniffing his dirty washing!