This is a song about "Recycling trash"

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

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

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Just because you said my shit was trash,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

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

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Baby, you got that super bass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last