This is a song about "Singing i"

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

I know you love singing listen to this

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

But thats what im singing

Bun b, i’m underground king

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

They cringin at the singing i deliver

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

She just keeps singing rappin and rhyming

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from