This is a song about "Garbage can"

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

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

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

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

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

Ive been discriminated against, evaluated than tossed out like garbage,

Trying to give them light and a message

All your other fuckin garbage

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Lifes a big garbage truck