This is a song about "Caleb trash"

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Yes sir, please confess

But you can't trash a mess

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Got my foot on the gas

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

They gon love me for my ambition

"put that slut back in the trash bin/