This is a song about "U trash"

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Just because you said my shit was trash,

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

And when it come to the cash

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Come see real niggas on my team

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene