This is a song about "Merda bus"

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Hold the bus busking, busting ma ass for tips as an emcee

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

I always sat at the back of the bus

Cause i use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

I was probly on the wrong plus bus

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Get on the bus and go home and play

Few chips, i get out n' spray