This is a song about "Recycling bin"

Iv checked this once iv bin before

You see i gotta go to war

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin