This is a song about "Trash talk"

You and your wanna be white trash passion

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

They're trash talk, nothin else kid, your bars fuckin smell

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

Yes sir, please confess

But you can't trash a mess

And i listen to thought

I visualize they day we talk

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