This is a song about "Dirty ghetto kids"

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

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

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

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

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

On our dgk deck cause we dirty ghetto kids

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells