This is a song about "Bustin the burner"

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

I feel i'll leave you niggas in a fuckin' spot when bustin' shots, golden chrome,

Whoo ride with the burner in the blackened lex/

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Claiming how they got the burner

That damier bag i bought her

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Every day bustin' rhymes, steady increase the static,

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

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

Which you know i'm different, right

Bustin the mic i just killed it tonight