This is a song about "Brewing"

His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

So get it right ok you ballin and i'm with the owners

Potions brewing in the workshop right above my shoulders

His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

And i saw the rage that was brewing and forming

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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