This is a song about "Busting a rhyme"

And as i lay one board at a time rooted in rhyme.

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Everyday, all the time, this shit cant be explained through a rhyme,

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

That the people who can't earn a dime can't have a rhyme,

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Casually ill drop a rhyme

Until the end of time

Cause i use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix