This is a song about "Brand new"

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

But fuck you i'm practically brand new.

Writing like i'm brand new, if you want to admit now, we can call it a truce/

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Was only a woodsman, carried nothing more than a buck, i think she had the blessed brand

Walmart brand for me until i sold to the junkies

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Walking around with my flashes, pairs of brand new ass kicks

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

I refuse to be the generic brand

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Go ahead and try to tattle, i'll brand your momma like cattle.