This is a song about "Ya boii"

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Bun b, i’m underground king

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Just to come and shoot ya

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Educate yourselves, of africa

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Beautiful are thou, africa

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Homie i gotta stop ya,