This is a song about "Trash bed"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Still laying in my bed

I can get straight to the cash

Makes me a piece of white trash,

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

I put my body to bed

You could say i'm friends with fred

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

But i don’t mean top 40 hits