This is a song about "Arun palmer"

These lame crooks just tryna make a quick buck off of faith,

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Before i buck lead and make a lot of blood shed

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

I'm only playin cause ya know i'm a gentleman

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa