This is a song about "My mean bus driver"

I mean shit, half my senior class done went and got arrested/

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

I just light up and focus

When we got of the bus

Trippin like i road the bus

A lovely outer surface

Because you are retarded and you know i will win this dual.

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

So i'm on my way to university, on the bus...

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

My favorite color is watermelon, if you know what i mean

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen