This is a song about "Sleeping in a trash can"

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Makes me a piece of white trash,

Hot coffee for you niggas sleeping, you bitter let me put kareem in

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Once as a slave who imagined being free

She can be my sleeping beauty

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

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

That white trash traffic and gridlock, shit happened like a six blocks