This is a song about "Trash at lacrosse"

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

I will fracture to a fraction

You and your wanna be white trash passion

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Comin' up to kill me but your motherfuckin rap's trash,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

So here i am at the store for some chips

And put trash rappers inside of coffins