This is a song about "Sitting at bus stop"

Learn to adjust, please stop sitting on every dick you touch,

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

At the top, rock bottom and they still dont stop

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

But they’re pulled in ‘till they’re dead or sitting at death row,

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Never gonna stop always at the top

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Sitting in my room at night wishin id die