This is a song about "Straight trash"

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

All dem niggas gonna hate

I'll scare you motherfuckers straight

And i made it with that dope flow

I'm as straight as straight needs to go.

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

No one-half and i hate math

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Comin' up to kill me but your motherfuckin rap's trash,

You and your wanna be white trash passion

So if it comes down, may the best man win