This is a song about "Drinking problem"

There'd still be niggas out killing

Couldn't keep reality, yet kept drinking.

And you're just drinking

Check the stats, my team winning

Silicone bitches got the confidence

I'm drinking lean, committing sins

But if you got a fucking problem

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Unless you eatin' pussy that smell like it's a stale plum

It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Damn she even started drinking

Bun b, i’m underground king