This is a song about "My niggas in the bin"

Niggas be telling me how you make niggas in the strip clubs cum in frequent

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Now that in my zone , these niggas tryna ruin my flow

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

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