This is a song about "Your top trash"

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

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

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

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

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

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

They're trash talk, nothin else kid, your bars fuckin smell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john