This is a song about "Someone leaving"

Mamasita mamasita, why you leaving again

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Why not me the same thing

So yall people best be leaving

Bun b, i’m underground king

Wide eyed when im leaving

That i'll be noticed by someone

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

So yall people best be leaving

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

It's the reality of leaving,

Is this what you want is for someone that you did care about leaving you?

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect