This is a song about "You dusty"

Cause you a dusty bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I really love my miami crew

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Thinking you dope , thinking you fresh,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

After that moscato hit

You know you wanna quit

Baby you know i love you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

You liberace's, versace's, and you nazis,

And i know - there'll never be peace

I'll tell you baby that we're through

No thank you, just fuck you,