This is a song about "Trash hunter"

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

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

But you can't trash a mess

I'm hoping i confess

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

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

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

But i let off everything i have

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Poke out from behind her

You said i couldnt rhyme right hunter

And if you're the 'king of the jungle', i'm the monarch hunter from hell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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