This is a song about "Me raps my fans"

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

From an african american stance

I got money my crew and all the fans

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

My raps are dark, u battle me, yo ass aint gettin any sun

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Aye what am i talkin about have u read my raps lately, none are about me bein happy.

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I can only imagine

My fans can stand for the anthem

Bun b, i’m underground king

My words the fans will be hearing