This is a song about "Girl talks trash"

My father never talks to me

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

You can't be wiping your ass

Just because you said my shit was trash,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Money talks i got it all just started a monopoly

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

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

No fiction, mentally dis function,my mind talks why should i mention

...that's all i have

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash