This is a song about "Garbage"

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

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

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

Lifes a big garbage truck

Some niggas ain't got no luck

When i say your garbage, leave your brain with a big blockage

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

Secret society all we ask is trust

You might say this is garbage but its talent

I literally could shit on paper and it'd be better than this garbage

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

All this garbage and it's nonsense, divided by the catholics,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

All your other fuckin garbage

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch