This is a song about "Dirty donkeys"

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

They kept a nigga hand clean everytime it got dirty

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

She sees the world through a dirty window

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

From the projects to the penthouse

And i'm from the dirty south,

Do you remember that dirty dozen renegade?

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

I splash your dirty ass,

So chase the air hide your stash