This is a song about "Bush boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Now beat around the bush, round the bush era/

School kids setting fire to that bush...

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Let's go, time to burn this bush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Lives crucified, facts i provide reagan bush obama lies

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Fire up the burning bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Get outta my face, looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy