This is a song about "Brown pants"

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Smokin’ indoi roll my window down

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

My all gold rolly or the

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

It's just my soda mixed with brown

He just throws it around

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

I'm a tiny pants goon

Your pants get hit with cancer

Poke out from behind her

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

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

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Attached like pants keepin casual