This is a song about "My names pimp knuckles"

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Walking straight in confidence, got my pimp game

You know that love is a very serious thing

I got yals names on my dj's disc thats why i keep scratching

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

When you took my hand up so calm

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

The only differences ya'll got are ya names

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp

Bun b, i’m underground king

Cause both names keep rising