This is a song about "Lard drinking lean"

Couldn't keep reality, yet kept drinking.

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Drinking alcohol until, i pass out

Drinking a forty ounce beer

And never should you fear

And you're just drinking

Bun b, i’m underground king

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Caged, and the wonder is seen

In this graveyard, im still a fat lard,

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Blasting out some backyard