This is a song about "Lebanon beirut bombs garbage waste"

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

But now my rhymes drop like bombs.

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Overdosed on that garbage, brain washed

3 cell phones and still i won't call a bitch

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

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

Don't wanna waste my time with a jerk

I ain't trynna be forward

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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

Turn the page, ya piece of waste

But they sold jello in the paint