This is a song about "Y all"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

Y you bitches think im playing,

Bun b, i’m underground king

To love me at all at all

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

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

In this life, nothing is forever, my lady

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

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

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven