This is a song about "Dirty niggers"

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

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

Top dropped down, black on black

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Smell the dirty stench obsessed wit every

And too dirty for weak disinfectants like clorox

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And i'm from the dirty south,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Babe you know it gets no better than this

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Feeling flirty, i like a clean bitch that can get down dirty

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see