This is a song about "The bus"

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

I always sat at the back of the bus

The bus is his raps which anyone can beat

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

When we got of the bus

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

And stick a arrow in the back of the bus thats how you finish a combo

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

Bitch this shit is for every fuckin' kid who never played it cool,

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Get back to the short bus, before something happen

So sorry im on the road again the tour bus of sin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin