This is a song about "Brief"

Who hate to see what people brief

Five shots she ready to leave

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Not some brief that the motif is high relief

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

Cut me off every time im talking

Cause we all know you and rap just had a brief fling/

I'll be brief, they deceived us, told us lies when they should have believed us

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

The thing you call 'rapping', too brief 'n' he fall napping,

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing