This is a song about "Straight busta"

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Thats why my flow flies straight,

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

I'll scare you motherfuckers straight

Im still here but i can't skate

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

Snortin straight off your tushy now i'm straight fucked

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

But nah, he is quite different

Sent straight from lyrical heaven to get this bitch straight/

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Az and busta rhymes spit jewels on the diamond,

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape