This is a song about "You re trash"

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Your live could've been a blast, you were strong, but now, you're gonna die, trash and forlorn

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Just because you said my shit was trash,

But you can't trash a mess

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch

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

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

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