This is a song about "Garbage"

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

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

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

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

Just like walkin in the bathroom to piss in the garbage

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

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

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Fuck of man u smell like a garbage can

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham