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

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

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

Teachers told biggie smalls he'd be a trash man

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

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

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

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

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

I wish that i was sleeping in my bed cozy just dreaming

Sleeping with the fishes like a motherfucking otter.

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I could accomplish any task, practicing trash talking in a trance

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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