This is a song about "Trash"

I just call it …remember all the dough

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

I'ma put their ass on blast when they treated my mom like trash

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

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

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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Gotta make that cash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash