This is a song about "Bin"

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Doin wat i do is not a sin i always keep a stray gat in the bin

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Don't put shit into my head my brain is not a fucking bin,

Everybody finger point in your direction

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Or be swept to see like osama bin laden was left in the ocean

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.

So if it comes down, may the best man win