This is a song about "Garbage"

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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

I literally could shit on paper and it'd be better than this garbage

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

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

You might say this is garbage but its talent

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

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

Cause todays garbage collection day

Oh, why do i live this way