This is a song about "Urban legend"

Here i'm nothing but a backward bone-mugging urban bee

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

They bow on there knees to this mother fucking legend

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

I feel breeze coming in so yeah that's a legend

The ice ain't really nothing to her

And then your legend dies forever

Remember that i speak the truth and bashur is not some urban legend or lore.

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

With such an ugly picture in it and

Outta i am legend i feel the pressure

And there's little to be glad for