This is a song about "Rusty being crusty"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

For going on being

Let my angel sing

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Rusty knife, i call it mater

For going on being

Money ain't a thing