This is a song about "Trash art"

Makes me a piece of white trash,

You can't be wiping your ass

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

I can get straight to the cash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

'coz what i say is an art

See, where i come from is hard

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

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

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Pure trash infused with such elegance,