This is a song about "Filthy fran"

With this, got their planet back from filthy hands and ravaged their plans

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

As your daughters kiss the filthy ground i stand and walk upon

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

What's the matter man you seem filthy

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

A filthy cesspool of anger, hate and regrets

Shunned by the high class cause my spit is filthy

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

It was sick to me, they're born living in tall buildings like filthy fleas

I'm filthy as a pig but you maybe the one to be slaughtered

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

Spittin filthy rhymes shit might need a bath tub

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup