This is a song about "Anita on the bus"

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

Boy what the fuck, not again, naah, no, not the fuck, fuck a rucus, suck a bus

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

So i must then get, off the bus then split

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Grab your head an trow it under the tire of a damn bus

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Hold the bus busking, busting ma ass for tips as an emcee

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

I'll take you by the throat to throw you under bus

The critics are calling me conscious

I always sat at the back of the bus