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

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Account the amount we are paid

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

In all the things i had to waste

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

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

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle