This is a song about "Barbed wire transcontiental railroead beef cattling raising great plains"

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

To travel all the plains, and the plane within plains,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Guns blazing, hells raising

Bun b, i’m underground king

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

So i raising the middle finger

She can make a pimp fall in love

Raising nothing but ruckus/