This is a song about "Your ryhmes are trash"

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Trash your shit with classic spit human turantula he has been bit

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

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Your rap in the trash! rainbanem playing playstation, would you like to stay

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

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

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You know that whites are trailer-dwelling trash rednecks,