This is a song about "Recycling trash"

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

The whole point of recycling is to re use with a reason & rhyme

Comin' up to kill me but your motherfuckin rap's trash,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/