This is a song about "Bushes"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

From the bushes one sees glowing passion a defiled a lark

All the bushes rustle concealing trouble.

I got rich from a little struggle

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Some one jumps out to the bushes to find me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I'm not religious but believe burning bushes

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes