This is a song about "Dirty stuff"

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

My criteria ain't even that serious

He's the one doing his stuff

She need now, she ain't never needed love

All we need is convienient love

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

Wood chain with a jesus

Have to leave without your stuff

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

Or now they don't praise enough

No more showering you with stuff,

And panned out, i'm all in love