This is a song about "Bring"

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

We dont even fuck with what you bring

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Manic, your inferior rhymes bring static/

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Bygone blockades - better bring your bazookas

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Maybe you should expect bring in,

Visions, dreams of passion

I can taste the salt from my tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

I gingerly bring my delivery/

Let me rideuntil i get free