This is a song about "Boy you trash"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

What if you grew up as louisiana gutter trash dude?

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass