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

For a perfect mother’s day

Get on the bus and go home and play

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Cause i use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

She's sat on da fucking floor, strippin tears why would you kill/

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Play hard to get, females get jealous

So sorry im on the road again the tour bus of sin

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers