This is a song about "Hairy bush"

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

I just write that right by a mic stand

School kids setting fire to that bush...

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Your lies are fake as george bush/

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Un-hairy musk lavender oil coated

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Now beat around the bush, round the bush era/