This is a song about "Old dirty bastard"

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

A bastard patiently waiting for his plan, to unfold

The science and the art, africa

I'm the bastard son of a

Its a dirty dirty world you got to watch who you talk to

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

She sees the world through a dirty window

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

This old bastard will kill me?

Took my heart away from money

Cause im dressed to kill, fresh to death, get like me, bastard

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard