This is a song about "Your rubbish"

Whenever your blazing

I know the moves i'm making

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Your over worrying

Let my angel sing

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

And when it come to the cash