This is a song about "Joe dirt"

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Your lines are sloppy, might as well call you joe.

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

If you think i will you , bitch eat dirt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

With a hand struck from the dirt

That we picked up at the last concert

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

Got that nina on my side, i'll lay you out inna dirt

Down in the dirt never

Castle and crooks sweater

Chasing them checks, nike work

In the woods outside on the dirt

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

From responsibility to its dirt