This is a song about "Brief"

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Who hate to see what people brief

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

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

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

Not some brief that the motif is high relief

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease