This is a song about "Dumj trash"

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

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Comin' up to kill me but your motherfuckin rap's trash,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash