This is a song about "Barfing in garbage can"

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

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

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

You shook my world and it felt apart

// [you can fence in your yard]

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

You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch

You can recognise your own face in,

I know that love it could begin

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Soulja boy can spit in fact,

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

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch