This is a song about "Rosa parks bus"

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll take you by the throat to throw you under bus

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

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

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

From last night on the tour bus

And now it's clear as this promise

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Rural trailer parks, suburban apartments, they're feeding ya,

The bus pulls up beside the school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

But once i push you down under the bus

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

The way she walks and causes a fuss

When we got of the bus