This is a song about "Brewing"

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

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

She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing

His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

And i saw the rage that was brewing and forming

His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Potions brewing in the workshop right above my shoulders