This is a song about "Boy you trash"

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

How you let a black boy set you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

I said i'm hurting her

She say boy you bipolar

You need to shhh! keep it down boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

You know that whites are trailer-dwelling trash rednecks,

Your so trash that you lowered hip hops repatriation

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him