This is a song about "The rusty trombone"

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the