This is a song about "Busting"

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

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

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

I’m sick of busting my ass for this minimum wage,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Its busting blowing up your desires

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

I could be busting caps instead, go celebrate!

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

Im busting out lyrics and now im signing off

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

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Busting out my cage with a pocket full of luster