This is a song about "Osam bin laden"

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Only ever talk about how iv bin probation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Lower than my credit score

Iv checked this once iv bin before

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

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

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin