This is a song about "Bring"

Maybe you should expect bring in,

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

These other cats bring blasphemy

Bring down your tower i'm picking

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Manic, your inferior rhymes bring static/

I can taste the salt from my tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

But we be having that jersey

I gingerly bring my delivery/

These chalance give me balance

Chattering bring back other things