This is a song about "Lebum trash"

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

The bitches is everything in between

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

Oh-kay, here's the situation

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

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

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

You feed off all the trash talk, and shit that you start

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart