This is a song about "Marcus is trash"

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Except she's got a little more ass

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

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

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

Gotta make that cash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Up wake up marcus please i need you here right beside me,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Just because you said my shit was trash,

You can't be wiping your ass

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

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass