This is a song about "Pum crust"

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And i should've known to have a thicker crust

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Screwing emcees with ma flow or fucking the whole earth's crust