This is a song about "Dirty ghetto kids"

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

Talking of the gods you serve

For clockin dirty dollars

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

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

And i'm from the dirty south,

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe