This is a song about "Garbage"

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

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

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Just like walkin in the bathroom to piss in the garbage

Overdosed on that garbage, brain washed

I know my calling's worth like phone card

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Fuck of man u smell like a garbage can

Lifes a big garbage truck

Car with no limit what

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

And these artists don't need me they already rich

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch