This is a song about "Miranda is a spy"

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

Is it a curse or blessing

Bun b, i’m underground king

And mine somewhere bout mars

This is just a few bars

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

I'm a sly spy thigh high in flow that is so nice oh my

Bitch this is not a game

I live my life in tha fast lane

That's what a public offense is

I just light up and focus

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Life is a game of chess and mine is on a stalemate