This is a song about "Busting"

Wait, now it's about eight something

Put that tool up to his mouth im busting

No longer fusses busting fuses like reality amuses

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

So everyday my ass i'm busting

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Hold the bus busking, busting ma ass for tips as an emcee

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

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