This is a song about "Ol dirty"

For clockin dirty dollars

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Because we're dirty and fucked in the head,

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

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

We're gonna have a good ol' time.

My all gold rolly or the

Ol' fiction ass nigga,

They kept a nigga hand clean everytime it got dirty

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

In 2 to 6 hours

And i'm from the dirty south,

I splash your dirty ass,

Just put your hand on the glass