This is a song about "Bust a rhyme"

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

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

You cant bust a nut let alone a loaded weapon

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

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

Guess im ahead of my time

For me to manufacture a rhyme/

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

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Westside, bitch i run mine

Casually ill drop a rhyme

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Maybe ill snap back with a packed mac and let the lead bust

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Do your mental deficiencies inhibit you to bust a rhyme