This is a song about "Drifting"

Bun b, i’m underground king

Hymn drifting to a grim sibling

Ripping and, drifting a#side like a part of my souls been taken for #life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

And let me tell you this we aint drifting apart,

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Only way to leave is by smoking this j, and drifting away, into space,

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Gifted, while drifting shot still got it in the net