This is a song about "Brush"

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

When will all this weight on my shoulders brush off?

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Small, but you talkin' big

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

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Brush the dirt off me as i look up in amazement

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

You like this, brothers actin stiff like cactus