This is a song about "Reduce reuse recycle"

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

So sleep tight as i take care of these recycle rappers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

And even though we try to recycle

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

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

The weak are taking uppers to reduce bad sweats

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

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.

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

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