This is a song about "Bus"

A lovely outer surface

Blunt loaded up like the city bus

So sorry im on the road again the tour bus of sin

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Get on the bus and go home and play

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

And i ain't never plan to be famous

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

When we got of the bus

I just light up and focus