This is a song about "Trash bag"

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Makes me a piece of white trash,

Got my foot on the gas

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

...that's all i have

But you can't trash a mess

I don't fear death

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

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

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Can't win with a passive attack