This is a song about "Pacific garbage patch"

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

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

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

New batch to patch, back to making maps

If i don't make that man there dance

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

Garbage stan, fuck with me, ima dip you in a garbage can

February cold as my heart

Overdosed on that garbage, brain washed

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

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

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match