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

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

New message from mom

Feel your chest on top on

I fucking hate this job

See i'm comin for your top

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

So chase the air hide your stash

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

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

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

Just searching for the perfect shot

Like your mother does all night, late shifts, stove top,

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass