This is a song about "Bustin skulls"

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

Elongated skulls so whose who? something that the real jews knew,

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

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

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

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Workin hard bustin my ass to get that pay,

Got the police bustin' at me/

Hopin' that my niggas see

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

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