This is a song about "Cake pop bin in a trashcan"

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Pop in a movie and now you dont wanna watch it cause you want an ice cream

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

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Saying life's a piece of cake

New york, va, dc, get paid

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin