This is a song about "Bring the exorcism"

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

You act like you bring the audience astonishment.

I bring the rain cant be contained,

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

I'll bring you down to the ground

Bring life to the dead, uplift the upset

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

My rap bars bring up the twist

I promise to keep it honest

Bring the drama on, im a fuckin phenomenon

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

Call in rondonumbanine, kid will bring the trigger

The freshness of my breath bring your death

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes