This is a song about "Rust music"

Fading plus about to rust

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

All my bikes are covered in rust,

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

My buzz wont ever rust,

But nah, he is quite different

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Making dollar bills out of music

I’m first class on my trip trip

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music