This is a song about "Trash art"

But i would travel through art

Hope all over again, we can start

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

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

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

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