This is a song about "Straight busta"

Heading straight to your office

Thought this was forever love

And still be able to stand up straight

She self made, i'm self made

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Late night, wind of change blows straight

I was born to do the damn thing

We're goin' straight to the ending

You're supposed to bust you busta, but no busta,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Now my rhymes straight lasagna.

Lucky seven probably poppa

I compliment you with your conversation

Whack, cause ya'll busta cap, which i be singin' sayin'