This is a song about "Crust"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

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

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

And i should've known to have a thicker crust