This is a song about "Rust"

My buzz wont ever rust,

This how i hear it different

You not meant to be here, on my car you just rust

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

I’m coming back like light-skin and

All my bikes are covered in rust,

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Fading plus about to rust

Platinum when rapping, but rust couldn't tarnish me

You see now that nigga lonely

He was the rust that formed around the windshield of my life

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

Don't know her name those ain't really important