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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

I get on beats and defecate on rappers who are second rate

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The stalkings are costing so i start forging by morning

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

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