This is a song about "Garbage"

I literally could shit on paper and it'd be better than this garbage

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

And these artists don't need me they already rich

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

Lifes a big garbage truck

I thought it'd get better but

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

You might say this is garbage but its talent

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

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

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

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

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

They vaguely decipher my language