This is a song about "Brown guy"

Our nation have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Hear the rambling in the sky

Im just that type of guy

I drive that all around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Hopin hes the right guy

And now we high

Did you meet another guy

When that thing gon fly

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Turned into the good guy