This is a song about "Were you are"

Bun b, i’m underground king

Who you were becoming

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

You say my lines were weak,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

You were my lucky charm, you were my four leaf clover

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

You were never loved, faggot

You were outlived your relatives cried

Over me the same peeps that have died

You better be ready when my sleeves are down are were swinging fists

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

What the fuck were you thinking?

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

I’ll tell you were you belong , your palace isn't here or there you are in the middle of nowhere

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there