This is a song about "Reduce reuse recycle"

The weak are taking uppers to reduce bad sweats

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

And even though we try to recycle

They just need convincing like malcolm little

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

We pray while we prey on competition

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

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,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

So sleep tight as i take care of these recycle rappers

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters