This is a song about "Pacific garbage patch"

Shut the fuck up little cabbage-patch activists, class slackers,

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

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

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Cut skin when it's soft, she looks like cabbage patch kids,

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

New batch to patch, back to making maps

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

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

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

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

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage