This is a song about "Garbage island"

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

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

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

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

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Overdosed on that garbage, brain washed

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.