This is a song about "Trash truckss"

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Teachers told biggie smalls he'd be a trash man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

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

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Just because you said my shit was trash,

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean