This is a song about "Brush"

They get you up off your feet, brush the crap off your shoulder/

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

I can taste the salt from my tears

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Brush the dirt off me as i look up in amazement

I'mma make it rain trick

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

I got my soul straight, i brush your mouth like colgate

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

When will all this weight on my shoulders brush off?

There is blood shes not clean i tell her to brush her teeth

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

Tawiah - all i need chorus