This is a song about "Garbage"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pail of garbage

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

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

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

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

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

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