This is a song about "Brush"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

When will all this weight on my shoulders brush off?

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

Then the next we brush rock bottom

I'm a son of a gun

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

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Turn up that music

Brush by the bleak brick by brick