This is a song about "Bust rhymes"

I'm hopin' to go and bust some rhymes i have locked in storage,

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

I bust rhymes like emissions i lust times like premonitions

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Pass the courvoisier and i'll bust rhymes as i toast to this,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

Enforce, i'm elegant and

47. and com bust into dust,

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Because otherwise, if i bust just another rhyme?

Knees dug deep into the pavement

You can't even pull off a drug bust