This is a song about "Trash"

I guess it's up to me to take out the trash

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Got my foot on the gas

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.

I don't fear death

But you can't trash a mess

And i like my girls with ambition

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Pure trash infused with such elegance,