This is a song about "Garbage"

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

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Came from a pail of garbage, hard as nails, trailer parks,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch

When i say your garbage, leave your brain with a big blockage

And my thun thun is blueand if i pop that bitch

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

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

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