This is a song about "Rusty lid"

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.

No i'll never let you bring me down or drop your lid on me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

One whos flipped her lid wana place a bid...

After party crib full of broads all naked

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 got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs