This is a song about "Bustin skulls"

In a single cell as i single out bustin another trillion, what's left to be written,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

Got the police bustin' at me/

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Got the police bustin' at me/

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Every day bustin' rhymes, steady increase the static,

We're bustin' ass, hustle fast, we're always stayin' vexed,

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet