This is a song about "Bust rhymes"

Parachute in, bust down ya doors

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

He has bust our nuts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Because otherwise, if i bust just another rhyme?

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Sensationally i bust rhymes better than a all-round group cypher

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Cause there'll never be peace

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

I've had enough of this lust, heart's about to bust

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

I didn't even bust yet but screamed 'fuck yes' it was typical my rhymes were sicker but minimal

Until i here that click clack and bust,

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent