This is a song about "Compost"

Not to mention wale is on the way

I love to peel this bitch yung jay

My girl's looking gorgeous in a whore's dress

And i'm a just take another guess

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Holy shit! not to forget my black lungs, it feels like pile of buzz//

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Well of course, because i'm bored, your life is on my chessboard/

Call me a mold, call me diss/bold

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Waistcoat under my tux because i always dress the best