This is a song about "Pedophile in the bush"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

It ain't where i been

Knocked out in the lunch in

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Like a small garage in your backyard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

We should be presidents of pussy town, the way we killing that bush

Beat around the bush, told you be straight up

She was the queen of the club