This is a song about "Garbage swag feelings"

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

Just like walkin in the bathroom to piss in the garbage

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Words cannot describe my feelings

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Soon as the stooly sings

Thought we had the feelings

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

It's moe, all i need is more chips

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

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch