This is a song about "Rusty being crusty"

Now you got me hopped up on that

Fuck being counterfeit

Of impactful things one can ask for

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

But i got a rusty pin and i know how to work the lock,

I bet it hard being you

Swear i'm trying to get through

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Now this is what i call an evening

I believed in a higher being.