This is a song about "Panthers are buns"

And i could see you coming home after work late

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

My raps are good, yours are bad..

You, you, you have to pay for that

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

That's boa, see that's my set

Skies are black, clouds are red

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Living if she is or not

Just because of who we are,

Your music in the car