This is a song about "Parents getting high"

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Parents would never approve of us

The critics are calling me conscious

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Get 420 to rhyme wicked lines while he's at home getting high

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

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

Grow the fuck up you immature parents

Think its bout time to get my lungs scanned, so i plan in getting in a high command

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

Giving parents head aches

And i ain't got what it takes

Bun b, i’m underground king

My parents are freaking