This is a song about "Bush blvd"

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Beat around the bush, told you be straight up

Her bush looked like a mop/

Ever since then i had no job

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Elmcrest just copped the bush, the green so lush

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

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

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit