This is a song about "Springfield pa"

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

But once i push you down under the bus

It's all good, finna dog that

Dad comes home skitzing shit

All this bull shit aint gonna stop me from chasing dreams

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Indubitably i'm too street

I deal with bull with the sheet,

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that