This is a song about "Love trash"

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Little light in the ass

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

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

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

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