This is a song about "Garbage day"

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

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

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Take your hat off and get to cuttin: kung lao on that bitch

That shit was wack as fuck

Lifes a big garbage truck

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch