This is a song about "Brown horses"

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Smokin’ indoi roll my window down

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

I came up hungry

I'm brown and i like curry

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love