This is a song about "Loco and lobo"

Big serg, we ready for whatever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

She going to borrow some money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Every time i hear your vocals i go loco,

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Bun b, i’m underground king

I'm loopy, that's limey for "so loco"

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Face it man i'm always on some loco entertain shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement