This is a song about "Dirty pumpkins"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

On halloween day we didnt even have no pumpkins

And too dirty for weak disinfectants like clorox

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Because we're dirty and fucked in the head,

And i'm from the dirty south,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

To war with the coppers

For clockin dirty dollars

They kept a nigga hand clean everytime it got dirty

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Cause i can't believe i lost my virginity to you

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Dirty ass probally need to bathe yah,