This is a song about "Trash mixtapes"

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean