This is a song about "U trash"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Makes me a piece of white trash,

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

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

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Be the king, that was part of my dream