This is a song about "I m g star white trailer trash i have raw meat i wont retreat my mind don t slep"

Im trash cuz im white i dont need proof

Its cold as shit in this booth

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Car seats got screens in them

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

I cant i wont i dont have the guts

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

That i have enough time to write whats on my mind.

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Not a steer but i can handle my meat