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

In a fashion and manner that only he the good lord can.

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

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

They call me hulck smash cause imma smack your trash in a flash

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

You know that love is a very serious thing

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Lookin’ for some action

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

Just put your hand on the glass

Makes me a piece of white trash,

But my character never could be like them, man

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