This is a song about "Bus stations"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Petty raises, life hastens, we're stuck at our stations

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I always sat at the back of the bus

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Blunt loaded up like the city bus

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

See, i'm just trying to focus

Trippin like i road the bus

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

The bus pulls up beside the school

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

So i'm on my way to university, on the bus...

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus