This is a song about "Dirty pictures"

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

I'm taking pictures with my mind

The revolution has arrived

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

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

Hangin' pictures on my wall

And i love you all

She keep liking all my pictures

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Paintin' pictures vividly, the mic is contacted now,

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Do the dirty work, dish rag/