This is a song about "Your to trash"

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

Actin' like i'm a dump truck, dumpin' this trash over your night grind

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

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

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

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

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

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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

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