This is a song about "Busting rhymes"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

And not just the shit about busting caps

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

69. but still busting raps in the retirement center,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper and caught the chasers.

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

I could be busting caps instead, go celebrate!

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

They let me know who i am, busting out of containment

Im busting out lyrics and now im signing off

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across