This is a song about "Your kids are some trash"

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

You know that whites are trailer-dwelling trash rednecks,

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Where the kids are raving

Dmv so we used to the waiting

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Where are you? fraying for numbers on ma screen, i guess your stuck with some thirteen.