This is a song about "Busta neck"

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

But i'm tied up, bound by this wall and neck

Just this mornin i strangled a neck

Crackas watch my every step

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Head so big i got a crooked neck

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

The lights may flicker, your face feels red