This is a song about "Garbage"

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

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

You might say this is garbage but its talent

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

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

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Augh, i'm the hottest nigga, all i do is turn up, bitch

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

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

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

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

In a garbage can, that'll cheer you up and let ya heal