This is a song about "Crusty prostitute"

A latina prostitute that i produced

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

And now that i’m getting money

Like your raps are crusty.

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Told me i was going to grow up to be a prostitute standing

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,

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son