This is a song about "Cussing at he bus driver"

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

The engine in back of my car

Or driver for fucking nascar

Ego big as a bus,

Sometimes i feel so worthless

Sweet, okay makes sense

At time he may rap nonsense

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

So he sat and he cried at night and fuckin wished he was dead

He used fruity loops 8 and he was a pro at it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

Curl up like big worm when i drop

At least that's what he thought