This is a song about "Dustbin"

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

A proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary, man

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

And i roam with the heart of a violin

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Can seem great 'til it ain't, then i hate what i made, and i can't wait to trash it

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

People don't condone what they've never seen

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college