This is a song about "Brown horses"

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Everytime you come around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

In your case that'd be like four horses.

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

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

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town