This is a song about "Garbage men"

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

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

I need to free them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Augh, i'm the hottest nigga, all i do is turn up, bitch

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

And it rules everything around them

I had never fit in with the men.

I don't care what it did to them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Garbage stan, fuck with me, ima dip you in a garbage can

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

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

Ive been discriminated against, evaluated than tossed out like garbage,