This is a song about "Weber is trash"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

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

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Cuz i cant get high off that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is

Heart is split in half and now my trash is filled with tissues/

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Gotta make that cash

You and your wanna be white trash passion

So if it comes down, may the best man win