This is a song about "Brand new"

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

So many people tryna delete or take my name brand

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Years that held nothing but brand new fears, feeling more of my sanity disappear.

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Lets go to a new, brand world and say goodbye

Revelations say you either fry or fly

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

Exclusive bitch, brand new whip, and black coats in the winter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Got a brand new bentley, fanciest of it's kind

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics