This is a song about "Trash"

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Baby got that super bass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

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

I'ma put their ass on blast when they treated my mom like trash

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

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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

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

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

But i let off everything i have