This is a song about "Reduce reuse recycle"

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

But bitch i'm at my peak, you'll never reduce me/

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

The weak are taking uppers to reduce bad sweats

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

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

And even though we try to recycle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I hate to pop your bubble but what would reduce you to rubble

Every since then our whole city been horrible

I don't care about defeating me no more, i’m rapping you to reduce my pain, my sore,

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

But its no use, as your raps reduce, and as mine begin to reproduce.

I am here to increase not reduce nor decrees ya fear,

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear