This is a song about "Bush"

Fire up the burning bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

School kids setting fire to that bush...

No this ain't silver, this is my dilemma

Now beat around the bush, round the bush era/

Almost cried right on the spot

Her bush looked like a mop/

We should be presidents of pussy town, the way we killing that bush

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Let's go, time to burn this bush

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand