This is a song about "Trash talker"

I guess you think you cas, but i think you trash.

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Im a shit talker /spit enforcer / rip torsos /n then turn you pricks

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

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

You got a pic of 50 cent and your a wack talker

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

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

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

Stack in his hand trynna make that last