This is a song about "Garbage"

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

You might say this is garbage but its talent

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Cause todays garbage collection day

And i can't even look the other way

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

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

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

Just like walkin in the bathroom to piss in the garbage

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

I'm standing on the field full of land mines