This is a song about "Bust a rhyme"

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

You cant bust a nut let alone a loaded weapon

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Intxicated rebellion gonna bust a bottle over your head bitch

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

But that was only one time

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

A mind uplifted with rhyme equipment

Do your mental deficiencies inhibit you to bust a rhyme

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

I dont need to be a black boy to bust this rhyme or the need

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

That if i bust a rhyme right i'll be promoted

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems