This is a song about "Panthers are buns"

When you know that you are

I'm a fucking rap star

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

We never tattle, let god handle that

Just because of who we are,

And could i be a star

Top dropped down, black on black

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Fuck friends (as if they are)

I know i've came so far

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Sponges are absorbent