This is a song about "Leaving friends behind"

Now walk to it with your land mind

That isn't without a story behind,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Clock, check-to-check, and our friends behind the counters,

Money back on my mind

Leaving all this behind

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

With reality defeating n leaving scars i feel trapped like im behind bars

So we just kept leaving

Tell them niggas they sleeping

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Leaving behind the cold past in a fast dash cause of what these fuckers been

Bun b, i’m underground king

Wide eyed when im leaving