This is a song about "The dustbin"

Down the street to the car,

That gal want me ride har

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Still the man with the pan

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

As the king upon the throne

She wanna be grown

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and