This is a song about "Kill die brutal"

And even buy you a bottle

It's me, my honesty's brutal

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

She had a cruel past, it was brutal, she wasn't just harassed.

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

After me you'll never feel prepared again, brutal like barbarian, but gentle like a clergy man

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Im a brutal motherfucker with a taste for blood

Lifes a bitch than ya die,

Dreamin on a lullaby

Attorneys ‘n lawyers could be just as brutal

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

Your brutal merciless vicious inhuman barbaric nature