This is a song about "Yo bars 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

I be spittin the bars,

Bitch got all them booty shots

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

They're trash talk, nothin else kid, your bars fuckin smell

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass