This is a song about "Crust"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

But she's not alonemiss independent

And i should've known to have a thicker crust

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Screwing emcees with ma flow or fucking the whole earth's crust

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust