This is a song about "You are garbage"

Who do you think you are

I guzzle up at the bar

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger

Lifes a big garbage truck

I know you're mad, but so what

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

And i'll toss you a grenade instead of that trick or treat garbage

If you ever feel alone and

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

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

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

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

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage