This is a song about "Crusty boxers"

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

If you ain't about money

Like your raps are crusty.

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

She took off my tommy boxers, now i'm going commando

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Vizions blankets are crusty and white because he masturbates to my profile picture,

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Get a pampers prepare to pee and drench your boxers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Heavy hitting enough to make you piss in your boxers

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son