This is a song about "K trash"

Makes me a piece of white trash,

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

And when it come to the cash

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

But you can't trash a mess

I don't fear death

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass

K family, billionaires

And everybody's having sex