This is a song about "My parents"

Even when my parents call me i leave no traces

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Is it my fault that my parents did not go to college?

Bun b, i’m underground king

My parents are freaking

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

Where dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids

My parents are so poor they're disenfranchised from politics,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

Now i never did chores but of course my parents divorced,

Feeling like i'm on cloud nine but my parents don't agree

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money