This is a song about "Rubbers"

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

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

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

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

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