This is a song about "Pour up dirty sprite"

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

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

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

I'm in back writing music while drinking sprite

This pain she inherit can't be reversed

Munching fries... slurping sprite to quench my thirst

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Too polite for this despite the purple sprite

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

I just step up in the club pour it up on a bad bitch that be wearing thong.

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born