This is a song about "Brown horses"

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

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I'mma catch you next time around

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

Looking at your money

I'm brown and i like curry

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

I'm in the mood to battle, so, saddle your horses!

To liberate yourselves, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks