This is a song about "Huge bush"

Lives crucified, facts i provide reagan bush obama lies

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Coughing up blood and choking on ya huge pride

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

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

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

Now beat around the bush, round the bush era/

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

There is a huge loud noise distracting me to say my words

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

He was a huge guy, flop on mic, a little part-timer in the business

School kids setting fire to that bush...

I flash smiles at the mean looks