This is a song about "I m trash"

And she throws up whatever she eats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Do i care, no i don't.. i'm white trash who might bash

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I"m the designated driver

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

But they sold jello in the paint

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Together all the timethought it was true love

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for