This is a song about "Brand new revolution guts"

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

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Walk off the scene with my brand fuckin new

You can disown him or stone him

Make a world revolution

Not on my level/shown guts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Of his might and will to forget the end, a beginning brand new to enjoy with some friends

I don't give two shits and when i do make it you won't even get my two cents

Or closed casket for our troubles

I hate your fucking guts.

That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you