This is a song about "Brown nose"

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

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

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

You stole from me from under my nose

You like my lines like a bloody nose

Tryna stay clear of my foes

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Fuck that now trying get the money

I'm brown and i like curry

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down