This is a song about "Your rubbish"

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

You, you, you have to pay for that

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Leave your running to your mamma,

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

All the bitches know my name

I got that goodman game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Not king james, these were coke kings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix