This is a song about "Curtis and momo like the garbage"

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

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

And i'll toss you a grenade instead of that trick or treat garbage

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

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

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

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

I'm not a but i'm the bitch

All your other fuckin garbage

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

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

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