This is a song about "The brand isn t everything"

They have bitten the filth when they've wit#ness-#t his wits

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Walk off the scene with my brand fuckin new

If only i could rap to you

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Exclusive bitch, brand new whip, and black coats in the winter

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Walmart brand for me until i sold to the junkies

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Go pop some pills or something