This is a song about "Garbage"

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

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

You might say this is garbage but its talent

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

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch

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

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

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

Forever you my bottom bitch

All your other fuckin garbage

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Overdosed on that garbage, brain washed