This is a song about "Dirty thoughts"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

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

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

But five years from now i bet she see

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

I splash your dirty ass,

No one-half and i hate math