This is a song about "Garbage island"

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

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

All your other fuckin garbage

Now i’m up in this bitch

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Lifes a big garbage truck

I don't really give a fuck

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Going to nyc from long island

You rely on trash talk cause you're rhyme's are just garbage

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

Robben island imprisoned you

Why we gotta argue