This is a song about "Trailer trash"

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Lights will flash, cars will crash

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

The trailer park-dwelling, ditch-digging, late to pay the rent,

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Spending her time with him i guess

But you can't trash a mess

Before my grandmother died in the trailer we lived in

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation