This is a song about "My mean bus driver"

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up

Clearly you were dearly , near to my heart bitch i mean nearly

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Take my bus and bust down money

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

My flow fatal ready to disable the bus and break him down like a babys cradle

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers

I was even influenced by my taxi driver,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I mean id like to control my two different lives

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

That damier bag i bought her

I"m the designated driver