This is a song about "Killing folks"

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,

Bun b, i’m underground king

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

My divine itching and shrine killing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Lucifer's back with his mixtapes, dropping fire, y'all waiting folks,

Not for attention for killing

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

Stubborn and ignorant, that's just what folks are

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I've got some folks in low end