This is a song about "Brown bull"

But reality shows ain't real

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

I deal with bull with the sheet,

Have no souls indeed

Getting fucked by the tenth bull

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I better get my gown

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

I've been through all the bull, switch formation