This is a song about "Musta"

Musta felt like a knife pierced ya chest.

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

I need some listerine, see your sister she musta been british,

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Ya mother musta done some sick things to ya as a baby,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Shit musta knocked me out cause i ain't feel the ground at all

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call