This is a song about "Trash at clash royale"

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

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

Intellectual war that few can clash with,

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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