This is a song about "Adam brown"

Educate yourselves, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

A legend have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong