This is a song about "Trash"

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

You and your wanna be white trash passion

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

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

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

First off congratulations on the win

I never fit in with them light skins

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights