This is a song about "Laylow s garbage"

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

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

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

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

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

The cool say i'm thug

Lifes a big garbage truck

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

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