This is a song about "Reduce reuse recycle"

I got rich from a little struggle

And even though we try to recycle

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

The weak are taking uppers to reduce bad sweats

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

So sleep tight as i take care of these recycle rappers

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

We original officially the most original