This is a song about "Trash future"

Why a black nigga take ass over class

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

I determine your future.

Poke out from behind her

And i ain't frontin for her

Nothing for the future

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I can get straight to the cash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Good love then i can do that for her

Cash rules everything, even rules the future