This is a song about "Bring your frinds"

Bring down your tower i'm picking

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

To reds i ain't know how to act

I hate how people bring up your past/

I can taste the salt from my tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Ask who the fuck want it, i bring it to your doorbell

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

Kids out on the corner cold, bring em in to your heated flat

In the corner just laying by the store selling beers

I will bring you the sunshine , i will comfort your fears

Manic, your inferior rhymes bring static/

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Fuck you and your whole street, soulja boy gone bring the heat