This is a song about "Bring"

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

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

Third ward general, young cash money

These other cats bring blasphemy

Dc has never seen such progress

The freshness of my breath bring your death

When they bring it back down

I drive that all around

You just bring up shit randomly

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Bring down your tower i'm picking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

He always bring the bitching brutality,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

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