This is a song about "Rusted"

With only two songs, look at what i did

I'm raw & rusted like a saw that's busted

Foes are rusted no ones trusted

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Leaving their armor rusted and torn i'll exploit your defenses

Out luck, rusted clutch, td has put you in a crutch.

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch