This is a song about "Bush blvd"

Your lies are fake as george bush/

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

Her bush looked like a mop/

Well man i do the yacht

Lives crucified, facts i provide reagan bush obama lies

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

Epic, they used to feed me detours