This is a song about "No pun"

“the good die young” and “the good suffer cuz of the bad” what a pun

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

As far as some know, this man's woe was just a local uncommon pun

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

No, no, we are not those

I think that she knows

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

On some rakim, tribe, big, kane, pun, em, and pac shit

That was a pun no seriousness in that one

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

Daddy kane, l, pun, notorious, the big picture,

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Through all the rain and the pain

No set trip, no color claim

No specific pick , no particular list.

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist