This is a song about "Trash at lacrosse"

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

I just know what you mean

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

...that's all i have

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

You and your wanna be white trash passion

The world should turn as soon as my records spin