This is a song about "Trash talker"

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

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

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

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

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

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

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

Just because you said my shit was trash,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

But you can't trash a mess

Carefree i don’t need the stress

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

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