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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

You are all pawns getting wrecked by the king

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

The walls are constructed by the very fire that keeps me on

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You know that whites are trailer-dwelling trash rednecks,