This is a song about "Sitting at bus stop"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Stop listening, waiting anxiously like sitting under a christmas tree

Sitting in my room at night wishin id die

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Mami told me son, hold your own

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I'll be sitting there grinning laughing at the pictures that i'm printing

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Sitting at home thinking "man where could my father be?"

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

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

I always sat at the back of the bus

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne