This is a song about "Leftovers in my bin"

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Or be swept to see like osama bin laden was left in the ocean

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