This is a song about "Bin ladden"

It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...

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

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

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

Iv checked this once iv bin before

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call