This is a song about "Garbage"

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Came from a pail of garbage, hard as nails, trailer parks,

Then some lady named billie holiday

Cause todays garbage collection day

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

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

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

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

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

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

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

Lifes a big garbage truck

Course not, i'm big like horse nut