This is a song about "Trash talking"

Got my foot on the gas

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

Comin' up to kill me but your motherfuckin rap's trash,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

No one-half and i hate math

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

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

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

And my only fear's a wedding ring

That was my adrenaline talking

But when i stop my talking,

Money ain't a thing