This is a song about "Being on a bus"

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Dont your already know mother fuckers ive been a fool,

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

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

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Im tired of being slepted on

For going on being

A break from what you hearing

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Cause' you'll be put on a bus going straight to hell, oh yeah does that shit

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

The bus is just a school bus where all the kids follow