This is a song about "How life is fucked up and about some pussy"

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Or let the mob handle that

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

You get fucked up, cause you don't know what fitness is about

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

It's fucked up how quickly we can forget about it, too/

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

How 'bout i don't give a fuck about life and all its rights and wrongs?

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Me on the streets to pimp me/ how fucked up is that to imprint

Oops she's only sixteen, how fucked up of me

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

About how your life is passing.

Bun b, i’m underground king