This is a song about "Dirty soap"

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

And i'm from the dirty south,

They kept a nigga hand clean everytime it got dirty

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Your buddies playing drop the soap.

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

She sees the world through a dirty window

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Dropping all that thun thun thun like your soap in the jail

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Singing my life with his words

For clockin dirty dollars