This is a song about "Stan bush s the touch"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Bitch i'll touch the flesh in your spleen.

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Big shit popping, i'm the man

Fuck you coz i am stan

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Just so i can drive it off the bridge yeah, call me stan

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

We race foreign cars, custom models