This is a song about "Brown bowl"

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Oh no we got to slow the city down

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl

So the devil that drove in her got in control

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

I drive that all around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco