This is a song about "Finding a bush"

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

School kids setting fire to that bush...

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Fire up the burning bush

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way