This is a song about "President bush"

School kids setting fire to that bush...

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

That our over protective president

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Her bush looked like a mop/

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Carol city or was it the west

Rising through the ranks just like the president

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

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