This is a song about "Trash talker"

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Baby, you got that super bass

And then along came the wrong man for her

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

That cause me to swat your ass down like a fly, so you still gonna be a talker,

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

All i need is the notepad