This is a song about "Bust a rhyme"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Cause when i bust my raps i'm a fucking genius

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

A crazy toker with bars that rhyme

A mind uplifted with rhyme equipment

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

As a red eye, high jedi, letting lead fly, i bet i bust

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Bust down ya door like a coked up paulie shore

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

That the people who can't earn a dime can't have a rhyme,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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