This is a song about "Bus"

Made from the brain of me, most genius

From last night on the tour bus

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Hold the bus busking, busting ma ass for tips as an emcee

When they showed up at your door at christmas

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

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

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

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

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

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

The bus pulls up beside the school

Play hard to get, females get jealous

I was probly on the wrong plus bus