This is a song about "Your top trash"

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Think your on top, should probably check again

Riding around with ms. reece and them

That's word to my mom

Feel your chest on top on

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

You and your wanna be white trash passion

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

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