This is a song about "Dirty pumpkins"

Heystop running your mouth

And i'm from the dirty south,

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

Full clips of ammunition on you pumpkins

In the house, holla back

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

I can get straight to the cash

I splash your dirty ass,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought