This is a song about "I m trash"

If his bitch insist on getting sick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

I pipe in and one night her

I"m the designated driver

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts