This is a song about "Trash art"

Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I guess you think you cas, but i think you trash.

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

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

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

I mean tear ya apart i ain't rappin this art

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard