This is a song about "Humiliation"

Centered locked in court, sand isn't it in your anger

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Aimed directly at his face, her face bled with dismantled despair.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Death and despair, tony montana shredding you like feathers,

They hit you with an electric shock, make your heart stop,

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

They think they bring that pain

Now i hang my head in shame

My anger keeps building

Bun b, i’m underground king

And beckon the beast that dwells and awaits to devour our anger

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for