This is a song about "Lebum trash"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

You and your wanna be white trash passion

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Little light in the ass

Makes me a piece of white trash,