This is a song about "Somebody being trash in 2k"

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

And say that im trash, but bro you be looking in the mirror

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

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

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

Now go fuck somebody

What them tippers don't see

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

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

Being swallowed in a vac whole

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll