This is a song about "Youre trash"

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Youre fucked, ur the lock, ima key,and youre shocked? thought i cheat?

Cause these niggas doo-doo trash

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Youre name should be ronny

They say i talk like im god body

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

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

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Youre a burning match

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Where im going youre heading backwards

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

Youre next, so check my dialect and buy a vest or youre wrecked

See her man face-to-face through the glass

After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.