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

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

We race foreign cars, custom models

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

The world needs less stans and more stan lee's

Got tired of running from the police

We never tattle, let god handle that

The outline which you n****s out dated

People don't condone what they've never seen

Bitch i'll touch the flesh in your spleen.

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

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