This is a song about "Brief"

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Not some brief that the motif is high relief

Tina perm your fucking weave

Who hate to see what people brief

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,