This is a song about "Bin mans"

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Ain't my fault this mans eyes look in two different directions

Only ever talk about how iv bin probation

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

And fuck you all, i'm rap's bin laden,

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives