This is a song about "Beats are trash"

And she throws up whatever she eats

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Makes me a piece of white trash,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

You rely on trash talk cause you're rhyme's are just garbage

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

I'm the head coach of the team

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene