This is a song about "Litter"

Critical maims of innocent lames litter the lane with bitterness//

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

2 your litter box fast fact! with this spit so sick

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Then put it into sex drive

Don't give a fuck, litter life

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Filled up with so much material litter, they call me material spiller,