This is a song about "Brief"

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

I'll be brief, they deceived us, told us lies when they should have believed us

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

The thing you call 'rapping', too brief 'n' he fall napping,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Not some brief that the motif is high relief

And i know - there'll never be peace

Who hate to see what people brief

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Cause we all know you and rap just had a brief fling/

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

But i get you, i bang with you the long way