This is a song about "Sitting at bus stop"

Daddy sitting staring at my mummy,

A military mind mean money

At the stars, he feels hopeless sitting here alone so he beside to start heading home,

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I always sat at the back of the bus

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Stop listening, waiting anxiously like sitting under a christmas tree

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

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/