This is a song about "Garbage school"

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

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

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

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

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

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Overdosed on that garbage, brain washed

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch

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