This is a song about "Bring"

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Manic, your inferior rhymes bring static/

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Money bring pain,money bring gain

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

The freshness of my breath bring your death

We dont even fuck with what you bring

Shit i been heard that niggas been working

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,

These other cats bring blasphemy

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Everytime i bring a scheme

I bring the heat like the

A criminal grind nigga