This is a song about "Garbage people"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Came from a pail of garbage, hard as nails, trailer parks,

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

When i say your garbage, leave your brain with a big blockage

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

In a garbage can, that'll cheer you up and let ya heal

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

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

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

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

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch