This is a song about "Trash cans"

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

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

But i let off everything i have

No one-half and i hate math

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

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

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

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

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

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

Comin' up to kill me but your motherfuckin rap's trash,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass