This is a song about "Mista tung twista"

Extensive tree breathing

Bun b, i’m underground king

Niggas drop like the soldiers for the oil barrels,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Never get a card n i'll still smoke a tree.

You see now that nigga lonely

It's always been the pine, to ease my mind,

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

I got a massive wave like a crusade

They say them colors must be fake

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city