This is a song about "Bring"

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

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

You just bring up shit randomly

A military mind mean money

I can taste the salt from my tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

When they bring it back down

I better get my gown

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I gingerly bring my delivery/

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

I bring the meat, you bring the cabbage, i bring the heat, you bring the draft picks,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks