This is a song about "Trash talk"

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

You rely on trash talk cause you're rhyme's are just garbage

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.

Talk shit, diarrhea

Who knows what the

Spending her time with him i guess

But you can't trash a mess

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass