This is a song about "Your ryhmes are trash"

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

They call me hulck smash cause imma smack your trash in a flash

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

They're trash talk, nothin else kid, your bars fuckin smell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

You know that whites are trailer-dwelling trash rednecks,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

You and your wanna be white trash passion

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

I slumped, in my chair and my grades