This is a song about "Brush"

Brush the dirt off me as i look up in amazement

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Vijay singh and all of them

Then the next we brush rock bottom

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

Niggas talk with limited service

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And everybody's having sex

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

When will all this weight on my shoulders brush off?