This is a song about "You are trash"

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

What if you grew up as louisiana gutter trash dude?

When you know that you are

You get close but no cigar

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

You rely on trash talk cause you're rhyme's are just garbage

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

Spending her time with him i guess

But you can't trash a mess

Baby got that super bass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

Your so trash that you lowered hip hops repatriation

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

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