This is a song about "Bringing tasha back"

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Bringing them home and across my plate

And keep on bringing that beastly flow,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Bringing in religion you're no prophet

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

Walked up in the shop, everybody lookin' shocked

I had trouble bringing myself to even respond,

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Bringing up fucking ro-bots