This is a song about "Reduce reuse recylce"

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

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

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

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

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

You be get up on this fly shit baby

The weak are taking uppers to reduce bad sweats

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

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

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

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

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