This is a song about "Brief"

Got tired of running from the police

Who hate to see what people brief

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Not some brief that the motif is high relief

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

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

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