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

I'm like agent k, it's safe to say i'll waste you in a major way

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Pop a bullet in your chest,

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Imma pop a cap in your hand~and leave your hand on your cap,

In my optical trigger like a follicle to pop at you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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