This is a song about "Trash talker"

But you can't trash a mess

And i'mma keep ya fresh

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I guess it's up to me to take out the trash

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

She comes to assess the situation, she definitely a talker

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

She likes the way it hits her lips

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

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

So chase the air hide your stash

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash