This is a song about "Bush blvd"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

School kids setting fire to that bush...

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Now beat around the bush, round the bush era/

Lives crucified, facts i provide reagan bush obama lies

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

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

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Her bush looked like a mop/

You chris, i rock