This is a song about "Brown bowl"

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Your shit's old, like it's in the toilet bowl

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Is bein' broke as fuck, and can't afford a noodle bowl,

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

Open up your contacts then scroll

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl