This is a song about "Reducing the amount of waste"

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

And decay into the waste of gay mc's that play today/

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

A waste reaching in the pockets of the working to support your habits

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional