This is a song about "Brown moon"

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Educate yourselves, of africa

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

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

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

To liberate yourselves, africa

Puff puff puff, shutdown uptown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Do like a toaster put your bread down

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.