This is a song about "Rosa parks sat on a bus"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Apartment with a wife and kid sat waitin'

Whilst i'm sat here gettin paid, laid on the bed

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

And ill bus a cap in your ass

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Came from a pail of garbage, hard as nails, trailer parks,

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

The bus is just a school bus where all the kids follow

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Carrying in a little pouch his friend walked over and sat down next to him on the