This is a song about "Garbage"

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

I literally could shit on paper and it'd be better than this garbage

Ive been discriminated against, evaluated than tossed out like garbage,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Lifes a big garbage truck