This is a song about "Your to trash"

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

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

Unwhitty whippersnapping nappers unwilling to snap cause i'd trash em like wrappers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

Your live could've been a blast, you were strong, but now, you're gonna die, trash and forlorn

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

I just play my part make moves like chess

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

It's easy just to spit some trash and say that it's better dude

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

When we pass the grass and know this like we know your raps are trash,

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

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today