This is a song about "Crusty boxers"

On to college, im always on the yard like farmers

Get a pampers prepare to pee and drench your boxers

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

I’m tryna be low key

Like your raps are crusty.

Heavy hitting enough to make you piss in your boxers

Driving you bonkers, eating roaches, yeah: just look at yonkers