This is a song about "W bush"

Beat around the bush, told you be straight up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

We get hit w/ them double standards,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I'll go to walmart and reverse the w!

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Fire up the burning bush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Let's go, time to burn this bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours