This is a song about "Y all trash"

Yes sir, please confess

But you can't trash a mess

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Yea he did but it's a pun all i did was #trash #it

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

I love you only aid for you y

I shine like something in the sky

And that trash was crazy cause we were all lazy as fuck

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck