This is a song about "Garbage people"

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

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

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

You might say this is garbage but its talent

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

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

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

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