This is a song about "Reduce reuse recycle"

I don't care about defeating me no more, i’m rapping you to reduce my pain, my sore,

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Black side keep on to cycle while i'm tryna recycle

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

And even though we try to recycle

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

The weak are taking uppers to reduce bad sweats

You just working with the scraps you was given

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

So sleep tight as i take care of these recycle rappers

I hate to pop your bubble but what would reduce you to rubble

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

But its no use, as your raps reduce, and as mine begin to reproduce.