This is a song about "The bus"

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Grab your head an trow it under the tire of a damn bus

A lovely outer surface

But once i push you down under the bus

So i must then get, off the bus then split

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

No car you can see me hanging out at the bus stop

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Spin the disk up and let that ata bus flow

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Hold the bus busking, busting ma ass for tips as an emcee

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see