This is a song about "Your top trash"

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

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

I gotta know if it's real or not

Watch your mouth if you wanna make it near top

Going over your head, i'm climbing to the top

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Your so trash that you lowered hip hops repatriation

Feel your chest on top on

My sim card's the bomb

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Lights will flash, cars will crash