This is a song about "Garbage men"

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

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

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

They'll never become better men

I'll never call you bitch again

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Nastiest over-limit went men

Cause todays garbage collection day

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

All your other fuckin garbage

Ive been discriminated against, evaluated than tossed out like 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

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