This is a song about "Too y"

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Y you bitches think im playing,

Bun b, i’m underground king

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

So you x'd with a "why," y is the path

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

My hate, it's too much, it's too less