This is a song about "Bring"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

These other cats bring blasphemy

What them tippers don't see

These other cats bring blasphemy

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Bring your whole goons of dudes

Still got my nike boots

Maybe you should expect bring in,

They gon love me for my ambition

Bygone blockades - better bring your bazookas

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

Bring down your tower i'm picking

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking