This is a song about "Garbage day"

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

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

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

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

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

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off 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

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

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

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

The game's a chick; i'm kobe, i'mma rape the bitch

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses