This is a song about "Bring"

I said pay me it’s nothing

We dont even fuck with what you bring

These other cats bring blasphemy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Bygone blockades - better bring your bazookas

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Manic, your inferior rhymes bring static/

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Feigning my interest in the lies that they bring,

If you ain't about money

These other cats bring blasphemy

Still got my nike boots

Bring your whole goons of dudes

Don't let em bring you down

It's just my soda mixed with brown