This is a song about "Rusty being crusty"

Like your raps are crusty.

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

For going on being

Questioning the whole meaning

For going on being

Or the chick leaving

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Took the form of a human being

I make art while your shits rusty soundin worse than a dusty fart

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art