This is a song about "Rubbers"

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

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

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

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

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

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