This is a song about "Dirty whore tune fish sandwiches big britches"

Even today whenever a tune is played

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Suspicious babies in britches

It’s official, she my misses

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

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

Christian dior your girl is a whore

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Trying to catch me riding dirty

While i'm making history

7 to 8, zoom, boom tune

And her smile lit up the room