This is a song about "Xbox trash talker"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I'm a forest walker, foggy talker, cold morning proper

But you can't trash a mess

Dc has never seen such progress

(sorry, ma'am, xbox isn't a rapper)

Baby, you know who you are

You got a pic of 50 cent and your a wack talker

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

See i was in my room, on my old xbox.

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox