This is a song about "Dalante is trash"

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

I guess it's up to me to take out the trash

Spending her time with him i guess

But you can't trash a mess

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Heart is split in half and now my trash is filled with tissues/

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news