This is a song about "Going back home in a bus"

Cause' you'll be put on a bus going straight to hell, oh yeah does that shit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

Was about to take a bite until i heard a bus

I had a beautiful girlfriend back home but then i moved away which i was gone

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

They might send me home in a minute, ill be home in a minute

Now see im going back in

And picture me rollin

Niggas talk with limited service

Ego big as a bus,

You thought you were going all out but i'll send your ass back in like a curfew

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you