This is a song about "Dirt trees bush grass"

Fire up the burning bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

They buried them in the dirt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

I've been thrown down, damn, pushed straight into grass and dirt,

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Her bush looked like a mop/

Just searching for the perfect shot

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

We just sit around a lazy ass and blaze the grass, hit the trees,