This is a song about "Soma bin ladin"

It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

And fuck you all, i'm rap's bin laden,

Don't put shit into my head my brain is not a fucking bin,

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Riding around without a fuck given

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

Doin wat i do is not a sin i always keep a stray gat in the bin

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

The loony bin saids i have to go back to the zoo, so i guess now is the time to wish you all adieu