This is a song about "Your rubbish"

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

Grown men in this game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

And of course, my car's off course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Then lost her faith again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings