This is a song about "Recycle"

Black side keep on to cycle while i'm tryna recycle

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

And even though we try to recycle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

So sleep tight as i take care of these recycle rappers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years