This is a song about "Garbage day"

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

You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

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

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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