This is a song about "Trash trims"

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

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

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

No one-half and i hate math

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Makes me a piece of white trash,

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

You feed off all the trash talk, and shit that you start