This is a song about "Dirty thoughts"

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

I’m tryna be low key

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Its all that's consumed my thoughts,

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Black fours red drop head doors

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

She sees the world through a dirty window

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough