This is a song about "Trash art"

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

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

I can get straight to the cash

Just because you said my shit was trash,

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

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

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

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

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

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

In this known art of wits

The youngest of my mother kids

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

But i wear mine on my head, supreme