This is a song about "Robot fighting"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Try to sound unique rather than a generic robot,

You just keep on fighting

Bun b, i’m underground king

Wait you can't help all you do is watch robot porn

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

But im sick of the fighting

And this will be the song that we sing