This is a song about "David you re garbage"

Now some people might find this weird but you re not really scared

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

If you feel it, it must be real just

You might say this is garbage but its talent

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Your on the wrong path,you minus me equals garbage thats strong math