This is a song about "Bring"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I bring the meat, you bring the cabbage, i bring the heat, you bring the draft picks,

Moving on to better things, to better us, it better bring

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Bring your whole goons of dudes

Still got my nike boots

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

Maybe you should expect bring in,

And i love your mind and ambition

Manic, your inferior rhymes bring static/

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

This psychopath will bring the wrath

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

I wanted the money and never the fame

Money bring pain,money bring gain