This is a song about "Dirty table"

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

You just working with the scraps you was given

You're from the dirty south? yeah, you have a dirty mouth

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

She sees the world through a dirty window

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

I’m a factor and your facial

Eat her out, now she's the table

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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