This is a song about "But cheeks"

That's how we make it right

But i cant help but like...

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Rhythms to write it in, but

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely

Nothing but misery

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Bury my foes, up in drift but

But who knows what's right, but life's something

Bun b, i’m underground king

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit