This is a song about "Span bush"

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

We should be presidents of pussy town, the way we killing that bush

Your lies are fake as george bush/

Epic, they used to feed me detours

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I've been dragging on, keeping up, for a span of #two #weeks,

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

I only rap cause i lack an attention span, fuck it

And sins we got

Her bush looked like a mop/

What's livin' life when you're worried about a life span?

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man