This is a song about "Brown moon"

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

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

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Never seen you as lyrical

You can pick the next room

If she don't like walk under moon

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Then get out your seat and jump around

Motherfuckers quit the brown

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom