This is a song about "Brown pants"

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Your pants get hit with cancer

I pipe in and one night her

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Your pants get hit with cancer

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

To liberate yourself, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

We getting money, you can face the facts

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours