This is a song about "Trash face"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

She likes the way it hits her lips