This is a song about "Beats by dre are trash"

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

Make something out of nothing. nigga, i macgyver that bitch

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

We are bred by consumerism

And now we high

Cars are passing by, guy

Are u still alive, go away ray until i get spray, hey suck it all now dre oh damn its

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class