This is a song about "You re trash"

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

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

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Your so trash that you lowered hip hops repatriation

I am not, let's consider me a little pecan

If this was c.o.d, ill shoot your ass every time you re-spawn

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Now some people might find this weird but you re not really scared

Hell naw you need to re-think that

The third one is mixed, white and black

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

What if you grew up as louisiana gutter trash dude?

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

You know that whites are trailer-dwelling trash rednecks,