This is a song about "How and trash"

And y'all dead now

And now, i'll tell you how

I know i'm wrong now

And now, i'll tell you how

How could you love her and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

It's easy just to spit some trash and say that it's better dude

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

That white trash traffic and gridlock, shit happened like a six blocks

Your live could've been a blast, you were strong, but now, you're gonna die, trash and forlorn

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born