This is a song about "How iggy is trash"

Woe is me, i believe is how it seems

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

This was a quick trash i hope yours is not as wack!

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Cuz i cant get high off that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is

This kid is trash i'm done letting him have it

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Hugged and said "how is it

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

This is how i need you to be.

Cause all i want is you, baby

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

It's amazing how how someone so self-centered is respected