This is a song about "Bin"

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

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Only ever talk about how iv bin probation

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

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

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

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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