This is a song about "Garbage can"

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Came from a pail of garbage, hard as nails, trailer parks,

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch

All ready to slice ya, and throw your life in a garbage

So i ain't giving a fuck

Lifes a big garbage truck

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

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