This is a song about "Being better"

Bun b, i’m underground king

Took the form of a human being

Or was i just a desolate being

Now this is what i call an evening

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

I'm cursed i cant quench the thirst of being better of with worse

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

And i'm told it gets better

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Cause there aint no one better

The ice ain't really nothing to her

So are you busy being angry that my flow is just better?

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever