This is a song about "Being on a bus"

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

Was about to take a bite until i heard a bus

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Get on the bus and go home and play

Then some lady named billie holiday

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Cause i use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"