This is a song about "Rubbers"

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

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

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers