This is a song about "Brown nose"

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

They can never hold me down

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

You stole from me from under my nose