This is a song about "Trash mixtapes"

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Mixtapes calling out names, cleaning out closets, cuz know one knows me

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

But you can't trash a mess

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

You and your wanna be white trash passion

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin