This is a song about "Your ryhmes are trash"

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

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Comin' up to kill me but your motherfuckin rap's trash,

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

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

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