This is a song about "Buns"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience