This is a song about "Garbage disposal"

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

We on a world tour, wale your man

Fuck of man u smell like a garbage can

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

Niggas wild as shit. no rubber, just climb in that bitch

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Just like walkin in the bathroom to piss in the garbage

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,