This is a song about "Garbage"

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

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

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Fuck of man u smell like a garbage can

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

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

Augh, i'm the hottest nigga, all i do is turn up, bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Cause todays garbage collection day

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

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

Ive been discriminated against, evaluated than tossed out like garbage,

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch