This is a song about "Brush"

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

So drop the slam and lets get sick

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

Play hard to get, females get jealous

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

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Brush the dirt off me as i look up in amazement

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government