This is a song about "The rusty trombone"

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Rusty knife, i call it mater

You is not hip then i can not coach her

But it's still cool just to dream man because

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

The more battles the better the flows

In front of our building, they was my heroes