This is a song about "Busta"

I guess i'm just another busta/

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Whack, cause ya'll busta cap, which i be singin' sayin'

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Az and busta rhymes spit jewels on the diamond,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Kill 'em up 'dishu make gore in the cinema

You're supposed to bust you busta, but no busta,

On trial for possession of some chronic

So fast , busta rhymes will fall sick