This is a song about "Your trash"

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

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

Makes me a piece of white trash,

You can't be wiping your ass

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass