This is a song about "Brewing"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Potions brewing in the workshop right above my shoulders

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

And i saw the rage that was brewing and forming

His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,

She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,