This is a song about "Robert is trash"

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Got my foot on the gas

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

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

I guess it's up to me to take out the trash

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Heart is split in half and now my trash is filled with tissues/

Makes me a piece of white trash,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash