This is a song about "Panthers are buns"

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Like sally mae on college debt

Skies are black, clouds are red

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

You get close but no cigar

Just because of who we are,

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks