This is a song about "Straight busta"

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Dreamed about it for five years straight.

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

Damn let me get my head straight

And just looked at the whole situation

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

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Comming straight outta the trap

I just wanna be higher than that

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Know it good when she go no hands

Straight out of rap's fittest camps