This is a song about "Omega realm trash"

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

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

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

But you can't trash a mess

Spending her time with him i guess

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

Now i'm diluted beyond the realm of computers,

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash