This is a song about "Bring"

Feigning my interest in the lies that they bring,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And i'm a just take another guess

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Manic, your inferior rhymes bring static/

Shocked a crew fell to hell fast for the fire i bring

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Everytime i bring a scheme

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Bygone blockades - better bring your bazookas

We dont even fuck with what you bring

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Chattering bring back other things