This is a song about "Dirty niggers"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

She sees the world through a dirty window

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Plottin' don’t even worry

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

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

As i seenobody cares about my history

They kept a nigga hand clean everytime it got dirty