This is a song about "Garbage"

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

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

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

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

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

Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pail of garbage

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

All this garbage and it's nonsense, divided by the catholics,

Just like walkin in the bathroom to piss in the garbage

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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

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

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin