This is a song about "Bushes"

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

From the bushes one sees glowing passion a defiled a lark

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I'm not religious but believe burning bushes

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

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Some one jumps out to the bushes to find me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby