This is a song about "Robert is trash"

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

Just because you said my shit was trash,

After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

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

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

And i’m talkin, passenger action

You and your wanna be white trash passion

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

You after me, huh? i'm after cash