This is a song about "Brush"

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

I can taste the salt from my tears

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

When will all this weight on my shoulders brush off?

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

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

Then the next we brush rock bottom

I hit your block and we can box for fun

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her