This is a song about "Bush"

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Let's go, time to burn this bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Beat around the bush, told you be straight up

On they car note to go to the club

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Now beat around the bush, round the bush era/

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Your lies are fake as george bush/

George bush denied it, now look at the problem you've created

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit