This is a song about "Dirty goat fuckers"

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

That's the window into the sky

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Mother fuckers what you do,

And you're approaching me right

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Clever mother fuckers, with satellites that hover,

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you