This is a song about "Your rubbish"

Grown men in this game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Rollin' down the four o five

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

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

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets