This is a song about "Trash art"

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

Want the title but im always fighting under card

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

You can't be wiping your ass

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

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

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