This is a song about "Bustin a flow"

Got the police bustin' at me/

We came.. way too far pretty baby

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Just a girl with nothing but a bad ass flow.

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

//this has a sorta fast flow

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Stay on the low bro while i hit it with a flow

We bustin' at your spot marshall/

The root of all evil

You see now that nigga lonely

Got the police bustin' at me/

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I spit on a whole different lyrical flow