This is a song about "You trash son"

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

What if you grew up as louisiana gutter trash dude?

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

Work straight out the kitchen

Damn.... can you keep up son?

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

I wonder why we take from our women

Back of your mind, i know you wanna stop me son

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

You my son, you should thank my dick.