This is a song about "Brown mob"

To liberate yourselves, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

To come and change my life around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Motherfuckers quit the brown

He just throws it around

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Give back to the hood like nino brown