This is a song about "Brown bata shoes"

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

I don't want no fucking crown

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

The science and the art, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga