This is a song about "Recycling trash"

Just because you said my shit was trash,

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

So chase the air hide your stash

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

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

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

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

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

Let's enjoy our younger years