This is a song about "My mean bus driver"

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

Does all this mean i can't rap - the colour of my skin

I"m the designated driver

Something worth dying for

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Or driver for fucking nascar

Young money, d-town's all star

I was even influenced by my taxi driver,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her