This is a song about "Bin laden"

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

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

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

You fuck with a family man, understand, my pen brings it like a laden weatherman/

Cause i done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell-shockedand driveby's an everyday thang

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Only ever talk about how iv bin probation

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

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

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