This is a song about "Bustin nut"

Like nut smoking up blunt for blunt

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

Bustin the mic i just killed it tonight

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

So i can nut on these hoes

She uses my nut like salad dressing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum