This is a song about "Leftovers in my bin"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

To my unborn child

In my heart and in my mind

The loony bin saids i have to go back to the zoo, so i guess now is the time to wish you all adieu

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish