This is a song about "Barfing in garbage can"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You can recognise your own face in,

Snitches here don't got no heart

// [you can fence in your yard]

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

Take your hat off and get to cuttin: kung lao on that bitch

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

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

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Overdosed on that garbage, brain washed

And inside they think rap's soft

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

In a garbage can, that'll cheer you up and let ya heal