This is a song about "The crust"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

She wanted to fight at first

I'm in the the real world

Screwing emcees with ma flow or fucking the whole earth's crust

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

How simple they are

For the man of the hour

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly