This is a song about "Garbage swag"

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

You're flow's like, eehhh, compared to mine it's like garbage

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Once as a slave who imagined being free

You be rocken swag like shitty

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

You know my swag is outstanding,

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

I got some swag bitch, let me swag all over ya

To liberate yourselves, africa