This is a song about "Brad clark bus rt"

The bus pulls up beside the school

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Ego big as a bus,

Walking to the school bus playing hackie sack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

My half self was part red just like the dress of clark kent

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

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