This is a song about "Trash people in fortnite"

Heart is split in half and now my trash is filled with tissues/

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

And say that im trash, but bro you be looking in the mirror

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Get you high, keep it on the low

With lack of compassion in people though

People tryna get a line in the bathroom

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

In which are people who believes in one,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/