This is a song about "Stan bush"

You chris, i rock

Her bush looked like a mop/

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

George bush denied it, now look at the problem you've created

Found a man, named stan, but he knocked me out with a can,

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Fire up the burning bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

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

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

You think your eminem, but i see more stan in you