This is a song about "Waste mans"

Turn the page, ya piece of waste

And i feared that my fans say i failed

If you're bitches you feast on overdosed waste

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

In all the things i had to waste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

But it's difficult to go hard like an old mans dick,

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Don't wanna waste my time with a jerk

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

Welcome to organized crime

I'm here just to waste time,

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped