This is a song about "Mum lives in a bin"

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

The devil lives in disguise

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue

And i be on the block all day

A foster mum while they

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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