This is a song about "Started on a dirt road white trash fat but always ready to flow"

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

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Been ready to run up on it like a us embassy/

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Baby got that super bass

Makes me a piece of white trash,

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

Be a soldier, march on, leave those fuckers in the dirt,

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives