This is a song about "Anything appropriate"

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

If your kids need anything,

You cant even say anything

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I'm ashamed ya'll ever made me feel anything

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

No appropriate opponents but further should i condone it?

Bun b, i’m underground king

But we didnt learn anything

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Never been scared to talk to about anything

Shit i could spit shit about anything,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

To holler about anything? anything? anything? (x2)

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes