This is a song about "Trash rap"

Oh-kay, here's the situation

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Just because you said my shit was trash,

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

All the other trash ya rap about i betcha lack

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

The fence they was on about my rap skills

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

Cause you're most likely to crash