This is a song about "Hate disgrace killing jealously"

Grating their face now with ease, bitch gangster's a disgrace i police,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I mean seriously it's a disgrace.

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Yet you still don't have your skills up kid you're just a disgrace

Hoping that he's listening

On this mission that im killing,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Imma no longer be the disgrace to the human race.

Not for attention for killing

Bun b, i’m underground king

Oo girl, what a disgrace

And pray for better days

Snooping around and killing

But he don't rule a thing