This is a song about "Bushes"

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Some one jumps out to the bushes to find me

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Now i'm the guy in the bushes watching you with my binoculars

All the bushes rustle concealing trouble.

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

I'm not religious but believe burning bushes

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

From the bushes one sees glowing passion a defiled a lark