This is a song about "Trash mixtapes"

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash