This is a song about "Brush"

When will all this weight on my shoulders brush off?

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Brush the dirt off me as i look up in amazement

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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

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

Had to wear the 13's with them

Then the next we brush rock bottom

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

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

Put it on everything, history i'mma make