This is a song about "Decesion making"

Bun b, i’m underground king

The mess you've been making.

This insomnia, making my head spin

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Making my brain hard to rhyme

Making sure you breaks down

They just go around

Making you hallucinate you're bleeding aquamarine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Well people are always making fables