This is a song about "Beats are trash"

When we pass the grass and know this like we know your raps are trash,

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

But you can't trash a mess

Spending her time with him i guess

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

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

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

While im rapping flows on beats

All that ass in your jeans

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds