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

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

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

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

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

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

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

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

Carefree i don’t need the stress

But you can't trash a mess

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/