This is a song about "You garbage"

I literally could shit on paper and it'd be better than this garbage

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

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Came from a pail of garbage, hard as nails, trailer parks,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since