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

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Turn the page, ya piece of waste

A taste of waste i don't want here.

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

How beautiful are thou, africa

In all the things i had to waste

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

They're scavenging through the remains of the waste carved by evil

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd