This is a song about "Love garbage"

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

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Cause todays garbage collection day

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Overdosed on that garbage, brain washed

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage