This is a song about "Yo bars trash"

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I be spittin the bars,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

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

Real g when i'm spitting bars

You pull up in parking lots

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

But you can't trash a mess

I don't fear death