This is a song about "Rolling papers cops gats ak47"

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

With gats, extra mags and clips

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Rolling with my garrison.

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Bun b, i’m underground king

Take out your favorite papers

Got a house on hundred acres

Long as she come to me first

Handling papers y'all bout to get served,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers