This is a song about "Your top trash"

She can only take so much more than her heart got

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

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

Your so trash that you lowered hip hops repatriation

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

For me to stop, pop! just blew of your top

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Look on your page, you really think you're boss at the top,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot