This is a song about "Bin mans"

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

But it's difficult to go hard like an old mans dick,

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

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

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Only ever talk about how iv bin probation

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

They don't see my vision, grown man mission