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

I got loads of blunts in my lobby, i think i'll maybe pop a molly//

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

In police k-9 units, barking mad, 'till they see i'm ill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

And the reason that i'm going

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Don't put shit into my head my brain is not a fucking bin,

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Smoking khaled, my weed the best