This is a song about "Trash future"

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

No prospects for the future

I think it excited her

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

Something worth dying for

Thinking about my future

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I'm no psychic, i don't know the future

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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