This is a song about "Boy you trash"

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

Your so trash that you lowered hip hops repatriation

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

But boy you aint living

Hoping that he's listening

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy

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

I guess you think you cas, but i think you trash.

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

And still a nigga made it here

What if you grew up as louisiana gutter trash dude?

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot