This is a song about "Dirty pipes"

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

They may be in pipes but i'll be in magazines

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

And too dirty for weak disinfectants like clorox

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Because we're dirty and fucked in the head,