This is a song about "Bring"

Manic, your inferior rhymes bring static/

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Money bring pain,money bring gain

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

Bygone blockades - better bring your bazookas

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

When they bring it back down

We ball, that breakdown

Chattering bring back other things

I think it's more racist than ratings

The freshness of my breath bring your death

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

To come and change my life around

Don't let em bring you down