This is a song about "Garbage"

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch

Garbage stan, fuck with me, ima dip you in a garbage can

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

You're flow's like, eehhh, compared to mine it's like garbage

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Came from a pail of garbage, hard as nails, trailer parks,

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss