This is a song about "Hiding frm the cps"

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Hiding under my bed and waiting till the danger passed away

Bun b, i’m underground king

To all those hard times, hiding

Escape from the demons that are hiding in us all

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Also dont forget to mention hiding from cops

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

The man with a plan to fuck shit up while playin in the sand hiding contraband

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

And the truth been in hiding

And my only fear's a wedding ring

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Oh fuck, i remember i forgot yout son, he was hiding in the closet right,

His depression never ceases but he keeps hiding it well

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell