This is a song about "You pair of jumped up muscle y cunts"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Need to look up to me and grow a pair

Walkin with a pair of nikes

The world seems strange at times

Bun b, i’m underground king

Y you bitches think im playing,

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

A pair of pretty made up baby blue cold steel staring surprise

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Heard you do anything for a pair of 110s

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success