This is a song about "Dirty pancakes"

And if you ain't heard me properly

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Homosexuality's a sin, but that's dirty son?

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Singing my life with his words

For clockin dirty dollars

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

But now i'm spitting clean lyrics, none are dirty

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Do you remember that dirty dozen renegade?

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

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