This is a song about "Spreading the gospel"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Well, my brotha buddha's been spreading this for ages

Where would i be without my dogs

Spreading that gospel sauce!

Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Draw it up like mr.booth, pray to jesus that gospel truth/

Spreading love and light every chance that pass by

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

That were mutual and spreading

Bun b, i’m underground king

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

The spreading of this type of cancer is very controllable.