This is a song about "Bust rhymes"

Rip, leavin it open until i bust again

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

But when you try to take em, imma make you bust yours so i can bust mine!

Cause i break it out a lot

I bust on the mic nonstop

This is why her nigga mad

I bust shots, they bust back

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Suck it up, i cuddle clutch my finger when the trigger bust

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Right flows down and they might go nice

This is something different

Until i here that click clack and bust,

Parachute in, bust down ya doors

Huh, a metaphor of course