This is a song about "Robert is trash"

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

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

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

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

This was a quick trash i hope yours is not as wack!

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back