This is a song about "Over coming fears"

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Constantly showing you dvd images of all your fears.

Just the nothing coming

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Tell them niggas we coming

Bun b, i’m underground king

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I'm scared that i'll never overcome my fears.

My city's culture to the game now in existence

So, i still write these pipe dreams as i'm facing my green fears

Looks like i'm standing up and facing my fears again

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Critics love it, spit it, huff it, still it's rough, i'll kill fears,