This is a song about "Bustin"

Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

Got the police bustin' at me/

On they twitter writing novels, see

He strapped, i'm strapped, bustin' me, i'm bustin' back

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Got the police bustin' at me/

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed