This is a song about "Your rubbish"

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Got their rubbish money and managed to get off without being hurt

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

That going through some things

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

And i must admit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

So i get to hacking at these rubbish mutha fuckas fuck it

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

But its not like you talking rubbish at least it makes some sense

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks