This is a song about "Being on a bus"

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

I was probly on the wrong plus bus

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Ego big as a bus,

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Was about to take a bite until my ears saw a bus

Get on the bus and go home and play

Then some lady named billie holiday

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east