This is a song about "Jake is trash"

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

I guess you think you cas, but i think you trash.

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

Except she's got a little more ass

I guess it's up to me to take out the trash

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

And the v12, that's on various trips

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make