This is a song about "Bus route"

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I always sat at the back of the bus

Plan your route correctly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Fork in the road go a different route

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

I must go like fly route,

I’m saving major loot

Pockets probably like fried food

Needed to get on a paper route

I wouldn't be famous

When we got of the bus

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

So i crawled to the highway of life and took another route.

Trippin like i road the bus

Hoping that nobody don't notice