This is a song about "Garbage people"

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

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

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

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

Overdosed on that garbage, brain washed

A working genius, a work of art

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Lifes a big garbage truck

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

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

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses