This is a song about "Ware were you"

Bun b, i’m underground king

You were so condescending

This the newest wolf gang member

Please, you were my feather

If you were smart then you would run.

I'm a son of a gun

That's why i'm makin' money

You were gonna come to me

Shit with our whole family

You were my best buddy

You were my fucking sunshine when my skies were not the bluest

Got a cult following of bad broads like i'm buddhist

You were rising straight to fame

I can make it rain

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Were you naughty or were you nice? only time will tell.