This is a song about "Some garbage is okay"

How i think about you every day

I promise i might be okay

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

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

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

It's no longer a new jack city

Okay okay thats fine with me

So close i could give flip a play

That you dont know okay

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Cindy is still looking for some proof

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

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

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass