This is a song about "Yo bars trash"

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

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Just because you said my shit was trash,

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

I'mma sign that work and release that

And i got that drive and she just might crash

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

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

While i'm rubbing on that ass

But you can't trash a mess

Dc has never seen such progress

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Pure trash infused with such elegance,