This is a song about "Big blazing mad hazing niggas be trippin kick flippin"

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Bun b, i’m underground king

Got niggas that be hating

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

But don't be afraid of these mad folks

And from there on they be trippin'

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

I thought i'd come back and kick with niggas and turn it on,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Mad blazing like syphilis and i want everybody to witness it...

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Old niggas mad cause' they played out like a sega

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa