This is a song about "Reduce reuse recylce"

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,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

The weak are taking uppers to reduce bad sweats

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

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

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

We came.. way too far pretty baby

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.

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

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