This is a song about "Garbage"

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Just like walkin in the bathroom to piss in the garbage

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

And these artists don't need me they already rich

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

‘fore he hit the room, hear a “vroom!” from the porsche bitch

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

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