This is a song about "Luke bush a loser"

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Meet peter - a loser who was sayin' he could take

I will never be a quitter , or a big broad loser

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But when i go back into that lingering school i'm a loser,

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

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

And i ain't frontin for her

Luke im not ur father