This is a song about "Laylow s garbage"

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

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

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Overdosed on that garbage, brain washed

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

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Lifes a big garbage truck

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

Nah, i ain't gonna be embedded in jail

A collab dissing laylow!? whoa! see that is priceless

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus