This is a song about "Busted spleen"

They're busted rhymes on the wall of shame, cause they don't matter.

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

Hole in the hull, busted ship

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

One two three to late now your gone busted nose