This is a song about "One brand"

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Your shit is old, but nigga my shit is brand new.

But fuck you i'm practically brand new.

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Walking around with my flashes, pairs of brand new ass kicks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

So many people tryna delete or take my name brand

Puttin up with more shit then the pamper brand huggies,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

Was only a woodsman, carried nothing more than a buck, i think she had the blessed brand

I refuse to be the generic brand

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Go ahead and try to tattle, i'll brand your momma like cattle.