This is a song about "Your rubbish"

I was playing with guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Call the network dipset family ties

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

Your over worrying

A break from what you hearing

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Leave your running to your mamma,

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love