This is a song about "Dirty stuff"

Here i go again, falling in love

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Have to leave without your stuff

On the slow jam of love

I'm hooked on that good stuff

Ships that sail to distant places

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Now momma told me be careful who you love

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

And i'm from the dirty south,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

No more showering you with stuff,