This is a song about "They fack it up"

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

They just keep it bottled up and keep it on a higher shelf

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Expecting things to go they way while sitting with they feet up

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

Niggas in the street scared

They end up repressed and depressed

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

Soldiers acting brave to put up fronts make sure they stay on it,