This is a song about "Speak now"

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

And now its time for me to speak a antique, before i was weak,

It figures, he whoppers, figures of speak

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Every time i speak it's fictional

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Then saddle up and just speak

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Defeat, your king cant even speak

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Bun b, i’m underground king

Don't speak when i'm rapping