This is a song about "Finding a bush"

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Your lies are fake as george bush/

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

Her bush looked like a mop/

And it don’t stop

Finding that silver lining

And this will be the song that we sing

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

L o u d air i breathe

Finding nemo in this bitches reef