This is a song about "Hulk buster"

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

People call him the rap incredible hulk

Yous a buster anyway, i can take you any day

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

I listened to it and it was as if hulk groaned at my face and rap was my passion

I'm already running in. what exactly is keeping him? do you know what we were in?

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

And big money like hulk

Letters of ghosts written to better invoke redder than hulk ready in bulk

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

You a buster talking alot of shit

Now how do i find the buster that i have to hit

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit