This is a song about "Bustin"

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

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

Got the police bustin' at me/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Every day bustin' rhymes, steady increase the static,

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

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good