This is a song about "Dirty romance"

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Ha my mojo back

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Its a dirty dirty world you got to watch who you talk to

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Our children must be taught, of africa

Dirty ass probally need to bathe yah,

Back then i had no feelings, i hated love,*bitches* and romance.

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands