This is a song about "Dumping"

And put another half a mil in my bank account

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

As i'm dumping your body over the back of my yacht.

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Dumping dead bodies on the school playground i don't give a shit

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Dumping the whack words making the tower tip

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot