This is a song about "Trash cans"

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Just because you said my shit was trash,

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass