This is a song about "Canadian people"

People critically commenting,

Bun b, i’m underground king

Cause this album pack enough evil

I'm a savior to these people,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Them people weak them people weak

The root of all evil

I see all these people

Like people meeting people online,

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

As i light one for ill will

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

And werent we just the two cutest people

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

People steal, people die,