This is a song about "Brief"

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

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

Not some brief that the motif is high relief

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

Who hate to see what people brief

Tina perm your fucking weave

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

I spend it make it right back on a monday

But for that brief minute reality goes away,