This is a song about "Put that music on"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Give up on yourself put that medal on the shelf

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Well that's just fucking absurd tell me that and i'll put a curse on your ass,

But i apologize for not walking you around

Put that shit back on my shelf, started up dumb it down,

In fact, my hat is in tact with the fubu pull over

You put on a fake persona, without that you'd be a loner

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I put that on everything

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

Put that pussy on a petiole and her butt on trial,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

I put that on everything

Bun b, i’m underground king