This is a song about "The huns"

Where the fuck the chorus

Hop off the bus

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

The bigger the the fun

Top ranked, number one my son

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You won't see tims and huns bouncing to one rhythm

You just trynna be haters

Across the face of the earth

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Down the street to the car,