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

See you was there every year when i needed you

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

Looked at his mirror he discovered the fact

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I'm on deck i'm up next

At time he may rap nonsense

Niggas talk with limited service

Blunt loaded up like the city bus

I always sat at the back of the bus

Made from the brain of me, most genius

Little more weed, first class seats

At night, he never sleeps

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Trippin like i road the bus

So now this work's been worthless