This is a song about "Your living a fake life"

You want a big house cz your living in the street

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Bun b, i’m underground king

Man this life am living,

Parents bitchin about my attendance living life like i'm a peasant

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

You fake like money your a counterfeit

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Play your card right and won't die a fake bitch.

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

They all hoppin you end up in paradise living a normal life

Devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

We hustle to survive

Still living the thug life