This is a song about "Your top trash"

They call me hulck smash cause imma smack your trash in a flash

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Little light in the ass

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

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

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

Think your on top, should probably check again

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom