This is a song about "Brown bull"

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

Twista finna get up on the track

But all yo get is bull crap

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

Better than the last stack of bull crap

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Hear some bull that some dude mumble

I'm on the block as usual

After the east and west bull shit escalate

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late