This is a song about "Leftovers in my bin"

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

And i know that your supply

Yow am ridin around in my

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

And just looked at the whole situation

Yow am ridin around in my

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

In my heart and in my mind

You can search but you'll never find