This is a song about "Brave"

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Right now i don't feel brave,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Hey little weakling im brave and bold

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I fabricated a slave, who assassinated the brave,

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

I put up a brave front for people but i’m lost sobbing,

And all those brave rappers who fought and they passed away,

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

I get that work from my face

Soulja boy i'm so damn brave

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

When i'm down she helps me up and tells me to be brave