This is a song about "The brave little pickle"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I fabricated a slave, who assassinated the brave,

It's a sign of the massive climb we face, aiming for the stars their minds are brave

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Malia family, we the family

The simplest little thing maddens me

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Why are the little kids having little kids

Right now i don't feel brave,

Don't you fall from grace

Be the little kid crying on the bench

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

No car key and i mean that

Home of the brave is where i'm at...

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Hey little weakling im brave and bold