This is a song about "Bring"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Bring your whole goons of dudes

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

Feigning my interest in the lies that they bring,

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Come on pick'em up, bring me back..bring me back!!

I’m known to bring disaster

How simple they are

We dont even fuck with what you bring

I'm on the run, keep running

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

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

Don't let em bring you down

The baddest in town

Come on pick'em up, bring me back..bring me back!!!

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack