This is a song about "The rusty trombone"

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.

My knees on the ground, dear father

Rusty knife, i call it mater

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

The water from the past is the same water in the present

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.