This is a song about "Garbage"

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

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

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

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

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

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

All this garbage and it's nonsense, divided by the catholics,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops