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

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

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

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Account the amount we are paid

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Don't speak because it's a waste of time

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Absurd waste of earth space, takin' up all the commercial play

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised