This is a song about "Thinking ur hard"

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

I was born to do the damn thing

What the fuck were you thinking?

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

What this bitch is thinking

But he don't rule a thing

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

Thinking how this shit is hard,

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Probably thinking you'll get slapped so damn hard you

Bun b, i’m underground king

Sitting on the toilet thinking,