This is a song about "Rubbers"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

It's crazy how he does it, comes through smooth, no rubbers

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

You products of burst rubbers, mothers ain't around to feed you