This is a song about "Brewing"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,

His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

And i saw the rage that was brewing and forming

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Potions brewing in the workshop right above my shoulders

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

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