This is a song about "Brewing"

I'm brewing a stew 'n' spewing the truth with this news flash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,

And i saw the rage that was brewing and forming

They are not confident when im talking

His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Potions brewing in the workshop right above my shoulders

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth