This is a song about "How bad solid waste is"

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

My gold rollie tell time

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Feels like everything i do is just a waste of time

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

But all this stress still nobody knows how bad the pain gets.

And send ya into toxic waste in a frozen solid lake,

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Your bad is what is alleged

Im happier when high and drunk

'bad' here is an understatement.