This is a song about "You are trash"

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Your so trash that you lowered hip hops repatriation

Spending her time with him i guess

But you can't trash a mess

Who do you think you are

She is far bizarre

The real muscle in the message of that

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

When we pass the grass and know this like we know your raps are trash,

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger

And all that deep shit i was previously down for