This is a song about "Crusty boxers"

Heavy hitting enough to make you piss in your boxers

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

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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

Like your raps are crusty.

I'm a baller, literally

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

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

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

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen