This is a song about "You re trash"

What if you grew up as louisiana gutter trash dude?

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

While spittin grade a fuckin trash, you want responses? i got 'em

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

You feed off all the trash talk, and shit that you start

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

Dc has never seen such progress

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine