This is a song about "Finding a bush"

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,

Her bush looked like a mop/

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Finding nemo in this bitches reef

Tina perm your fucking weave

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

We should be presidents of pussy town, the way we killing that bush