This is a song about "Brush"

When will all this weight on my shoulders brush off?

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

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

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

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

You'll be rich in 2010 if you bought shares

Then the next we brush rock bottom

Ok i hear you talkin

Brush the dirt off me as i look up in amazement

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her