This is a song about "Dirty dollars"

And i'm from the dirty south,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Let's enjoy our younger years

You chase hoes, i chase dollars

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I got a green bag with them blue strands

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

That's why i rhyme like a poet from a prior century

They kept a nigga hand clean everytime it got dirty

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs

And you are not around like black fathers