This is a song about "Trash can"

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

You feed off all the trash talk, and shit that you start

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

I just know what you mean

But you can't trash a mess

Dc has never seen such progress

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

I guess you think you cas, but i think you trash.

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,