This is a song about "Damn strate i bust thought cellings"

Thought you were above a quick bust you fucking scum"

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I bust in her mouth, she sucking my tip

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Then i bust in her face

It's a must that i bust any mic you're hand to me,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

She screamed 'fuck yes' / until i bust on her breasts

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

My criteria ain't even that serious

Cause when i bust my raps i'm a fucking genius

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Pass the courvoisier and i'll bust rhymes as i toast to this,