This is a song about "Barfing in garbage can"

Until i started to lose my way

Cause todays garbage collection day

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

All ready to slice ya, and throw your life in a garbage

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

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

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

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

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

My girlfriend saw your body in the garbage and said i didnt have to do this much

To reds i ain't know how to act

Soulja boy can spit in fact,

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

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