This is a song about "You re garbage"

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

You might say this is garbage but its talent

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

Just like walkin in the bathroom to piss in the garbage