This is a song about "Brush"

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

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Brush the dirt off me as i look up in amazement

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

When will all this weight on my shoulders brush off?

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

That's too many problems, too late to think over

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

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Brush for knife, blood for paint, making you my new canvas

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade