This is a song about "Weber is trash"

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

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

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

So chase the air hide your stash

Comin' up to kill me but your motherfuckin rap's trash,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas