This is a song about "Trench"

Endowin a sense of a trip no deceased pit/

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

Ever since then i had no job

The defensive strategy that i pit against you,

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Ill paint my life as picture like a mural on a wall

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Maybe i left her in a ditch

3 cell phones and still i won't call a bitch

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

When my backs against the wall

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

And after those dreams they'll ditch, they'll go back to nothing big,