This is a song about "Garbage"

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

You rely on trash talk cause you're rhyme's are just garbage

Fuck of man u smell like a garbage can

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

You might say this is garbage but its talent

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

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

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

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