This is a song about "Garbage"

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

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

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,

In a garbage can, that'll cheer you up and let ya heal

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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