This is a song about "I m the newest addition no bobby brown we maken a turn around"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

Turn the radio up and we can have a good time

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

Knowing you can no longer party

Who ever thought the young boy would turn around and do it?

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

About disaster in the world and

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...