This is a song about "Probably"

Bun b, i’m underground king

He's probably done with breathing.

I don't mind if you niggas hate

You should probably lose some weight

He's probably standing on your stoup..

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Probably getta summer home, in miami

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

You should probably fix your face

Just know that i'm always

She going to borrow some money

You probably think i need therapy

It's probably to rough

Wood chain with a jesus

Fight me you sitting up all night trynna out write me probably

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody