This is a song about "Its closing time get to the nearest exit closing time we re closed"

Bun b, i’m underground king

Floating, gloating, g.o.a.t.ing, in closing

Walking forward so uncertain if the moment's certain for a closing curtain

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

And to never say goodbye. closing in for a kiss.

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Take the exit, the nearest left

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

But by the time you get the check its time for the rent

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

This time ill make sure the caskets closed

"the king losing? its time to squat"

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop