This is a song about "Bus"

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

The bus pulls up beside the school

They say nothings ever free

Take my bus and bust down money

When i get my hands on nines

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

But once i push you down under the bus

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Get on the bus and go home and play

Then some lady named billie holiday

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

When they showed up at your door at christmas